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Waves of dark hair fall around her shoulders in a way that should be haphazard but only makes me want to fist it while I fuck her.

When she takes a drink from the bottle, my attention locks on her lips. I want to kiss her mouth.

I want to own it.

Rae offers me the bottle, and every part of me tightens, including my grip on the neck of the champagne.

“Congratulations. Your show was incredible,” I murmur. “I watched every clip I could find. Eventually I stopped because there wasn’t a newspaper large enough to cover the tent in my trousers when I got off the plane.”

She laughs. “Chartered flights, the official sponsor of dirty old men everywhere.”

“It wasn’t only a great performance, Raegan. It was you.”

I’m in love with her. But I can’t say it now, not with everything going on.

The expensive fabric of her dress is thin, but it feels too thick under my thumbs where they stroke her sides. I drag her farther into the office and kick the door shut.

“Can’t take this,” I mutter when I press her back to the door. Her lips are champagne and possibility, and I’m giddy on the taste of her. “You’re dressed head to toe in things I got you. It’s fucking hot.”

My fingers find the zipper at her back.

“So why’re you in a hurry to get them off?” Her voice is breathless.

“Because what’s underneath is mine too.” I unzip the dress and push it off her. If I had the upper hand, it’s gone when she straightens from laying the dress over my desk and I take in her lingerie-clad body.

Her golden skin peeks through the black lace of the bra, the triangle at the tops of her thighs.

“I see you did some shopping yourself.”

She shrugs. “I was in New York.”

I skim the curve of her breast, the lace and her heaviness beneath making my throat dry. “I approve.”

“Well thank fuck, because I was waiting for that.” Her sassy comeback makes me grin.

“These curves are soft,” I murmur. “Inside, you’ve got edges.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Take everything I say as a compliment.”

Her eyes shine as she presses up to kiss me. “Even when I’m stubborn?”

“Perfect,” I groan when she tugs on my hair.

“A hermit?”

“It’s cute.”

“Sleep until noon?”

“Means I get to watch you dream.”

I drag her harder against me, loving her gasp as the best parts of us collide.

“I used to think you were this beautiful, untouchable asshole,” she murmurs. “But you’re just a man.”

“I wish I was a better one.” I search her face, memorizing every line and curve. “I’ve done things I’m not proud of, for good reasons and bad ones. My sins can’t be erased.”