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Lowering his lips to hers, he took her mouth. There was no plan. No rules at all. Just his need fueled by hers. His tongue swept inside her mouth as he claimed his girl.

Pressing his hips into hers, he let her feel the hardness of his cock. What she did to him. She tasted of sweetness and wanton passion. He wasn’t gentle, but she kissed him back with the same fevered need that consumed him.

She shoved her hands under his coat and ran her nails down his back. He did the same, palming her breast and pinching the nipple as it pebbled against his hand.

She whimpered, but not in pain. A groan rumbled up from hischest. He reached behind her and squeezed her ass and she shivered.

“Chance!” She called out his name and rocked her hips against him. His babygirl wanted more. He wanted more as well, but not out here in the snow. They couldn’t stay there because he needed her naked. He wanted to feel her skin against his.

And if he didn’t get his jeans off soon, his cock was going to bust through his zipper. He broke the kiss. She chased his lips with her own, not wanting to lose him.

“No,” she cried out. “Please, don’t stop.”

“We have to stop, Gypsy, but only long enough to get back to the bedroom. I promise, I have plans for you, babygirl.”

He led her to the bench and removed their skates as fast as he could, then carried her to their room, her face snuggled against him and pressing kisses along his neck and collarbone.

He had the whole night to worship her body. It might not be enough, but that was all right. They had forever.

CHAPTER 19

It took all Joy could do to be still as he carried her up the stairs to their suite. Her mind stuttered at the wordtheir. But that was what it was. She was in their suite. She was in their home. She was a part of their family. Theirs. Chance's and hers.

Because he wanted her there.

Because he loved her.

When they reached the bedroom, Chance carried her inside like he’d done the first time she entered.

She expected him to take her to the playroom. She’d been looking forward to it. Instead, he carried her to the bed, gently sitting her on the edge.

He cupped her face and kissed her. She really, really loved his kisses. Her body trembled as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, tasting her. Holding her. Loving her.

When he released her mouth, she asked, "Aren’t we going to the playroom?"

"Not tonight. Tonight, I plan to make love to you, sweetly, slowly, and thoroughly." He must've seen the disappointment inher eyes. He smiled, brushing her hair back from her face. "Don't worry, my sweet little gypsy. You'll still get my ropes. The playroom isn't the only place to use them. Tonight, you'll understand why we have a four-poster bed."

At his words, arousal flooded her pussy, soaking her panties. If her nipples got any harder, they would cut through the fabric of her shirt.

"Stand here and let me undress you."

She’d never known disrobing could be so erotic. There wasn’t an inch of her that he didn’t touch. Trailing his fingers down the throat. Running his tongue along her collarbone. Nipping the sensitive places where her neck curved into her shoulder and behind her ear.

Her nipples drew so taut she feared they might burst as he ran his lips over the swell of her breasts, the heat of his breath setting her on fire. Kneeling before her, he slid her pants and panties off, nuzzling her inner thighs and the backs of her knees.

By the time she stood before him, she was a quivering mass of need greater than she knew could exist.

Taking a slight step back, he held out his arms to the side parallel to the floor. “Undress me, Gypsy.”

Reaching for him with trembling hands, she said. “I thought you’d never ask.” She delighted in repaying inch by inch, holding his gaze as she unbuttoned his shirt. When his chest was bare, she stepped into him, pressing her nipples to his chest.

When she flicked her tongue over his nipples before sucking each one in turn into her mouth, she reveled in his groan of pleasure.

Dropping to her knees, she stripped him of his pants and boxer briefs. His thick, hard cock stood at full attention. “This looks painful,” she said, her desire darkening her voice to one she almost didn’t recognize.

“I really should do something about this,” she said. “PoorDaddy.” Sliding her finger over the head of his cock, she spread the pre-cum beaded there. She leaned forward, opening her mouth wide. So wide that, though he was inside her mouth, she didn’t touch him, merely blew warm air over the sensitive tip.

“Vixen,” he growled, hooking her under her arms and tossing her in the middle of the bed. “Hands above your head, legs spread wide, babygirl. It’s Daddy’s turn again.”