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He pushes the door open and nudges me through first.
I catch my breath.
It’s exactly as I remember it and the sense of nostalgia hits me hard again.
The penthouse has a big main living room, with a fireplace, gigantic flat screen television, and built-in bookcases. Theartwork is gorgeous and I’m sure expensive. The chairs and couches are richly upholstered, and the back of the couch is very comfortable when you’re bent over it with a hot prince fucking you from behind.
Can you besentimentalabout a place where every piece of furniture reminds you of sex? Sure feels that way.
I grin to myself as I look around.
The room’s décor is light pastels and creams. There’s a round dining table with six chairs near the windows and another smaller sitting area I can’t see from here. There are also two bedrooms and two bathrooms. My favorite is the one with the tub that’s deep and wide enough for two people to fit.
The butterflies are swooping so fast that I have to press a hand over my stomach and take several deep breaths as I stand just inside the door.
“You okay, Glinda?” Cian asks since I haven’t moved a single step further into the room.
The combination of the nickname and his deep voice have a soothing effect.
I face him with a smile. “Yeah. Just remembering.”
He sets our bags down and lets the door swing shut. I expect him to stalk toward me, push me up against the door, and pull my jeans and panties down before going to his knees and making me come with his mouth in under five minutes.
Just like last time.
Instead, he strokes a hand over his jaw. “Lots of good memories.”
I nod. “Great memories.”
His hand drops. “I want you so much,” he tells me, his voice husky.
I take a step toward him.
He takes a step back and my eyes go wide.
“But once I get you naked, I don’t intend to let you get dressed until sometime late tomorrow,” he says. “And there’s something I want to show you first.”
Thisisa surprise. We haven’t had sex since the night on the patio. I’ve been having orgasms. Really, really nice orgasms. But he hasn’t even taken his pants off. And now he wants to wait?
“Something that requires me staying dressed?” I ask.
His gaze tracks over me from head to toe. I’m wearing jeans, simple flats, and a pretty blue blouse that matches his eyes and that I’m pretty sure is actually Ruby’s.
Ruby did my packing. It seems this trip was Cian’s plan for this weekend all along and my sister and daughter are in on it.
I’m also pretty sure they’re thrilled.
“Cian?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything.
“I’m trying to decide if I am strong enough to fuck you right now, then let you get dressed and actually leave this room.”
I take another step forward. “Being dressed and leaving the room are overrated. I lived here for six years. There’s not much in the city that I wanted to see that I didn’t.” I can’t think of anything as a matter of fact. New Orleans is a fun city and Ruby, Mariah, and I saw all the famous tourist sites as well as lots of great local spots.
He takes another step back and runs into the small table sitting under a mirror in this little foyer area. He grips the edge of the table as if for strength. “Yeah, I’m not strong enough for that. And thereissomething here that you haven’t seen before.”
I narrow my eyes. “And it’s that important?”
“It is. It’s really the reason for the trip. Though having you in this room again isdefinitelybringing back some memories I’d like to relive.”