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He doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he lifts me and forces my legs around his waist. The thin cotton of my dress bunches around my thighs as he carries me toward the bedroom.

It’s been such a crazy night. Such a crazy day. I still don’t know how to wrap my head around it all. Tommy Hardgrave is going down. Loomis declared his love for me to the entire world. Now it seems I’m going to be living with him and Fen. And the man bought a place that has an office. An office for me. With huge bookshelves and a massive desk.

How is this my life? And how did this all happen so fast?

That alone should give me pause. It’s not me to be so spontaneous. But I don’t know how to hold myself back. I want it all. I want them.

My brace is heavy on his shoulders, and my mouth is hot on his as he navigates the short hallway.

His bedroom is bathed in shadows, the white sheets and duvet spread out neatly which almost makes me laugh. He’s not always the tidiest, but his room is immaculate. I slip from hisarms and crawl onto the bed, twisting around to catch his eye as he watches me.

“You’re beautiful.”

“You just like my big butt.” I wiggle it at him.

He chokes on a laugh. “I love your big butt.” And the way he says with his British accent is almost too much. It has me smiling and crooking a finger at him.

He climbs on the bed beside me and I reach for him, pulling him down by his shoulders until he’s braced above me. We kiss again, more urgently now, and once again he’s unzipping my dress and pulling it off my shoulders. We just had this, but I’m already anxious for more, my heart hammering and my chest heaving with anticipation. I arch up, helping him pull the fabric down to my waist.

Anxiously, I tug at the buttons of his shirt and once again, they prove to be a freaking challenge I can’t meet. I yank on the bottom of the fabric. “Too many clothes.”

He sits back, making quick work of his shirt, and tossing it somewhere behind me. My hands are immediately on his chest, his skin like fire against my palms. I can see the appreciation in his eyes as I trace the definition of his abdomen. Swirl over ink I can’t ever seem to get enough of.

“Like what you see?” Cockiness drips from him.

My lips bunch to the side and my shoulder hitches up. “Meh. I’ve seen better.”

He tickles my side, making me squeal as he hits a deadly spot with precision.

“I was kidding! Yes. You’re ridiculously freaking hot.”

“Thank you.” He kisses the corner of my lips. “Better.”

“Jerk.” I pinch his nipple and he laughs.

“Get naked, gorgeous. I want to see you.”

I don’t have to be told twice. I reach behind to unhook my bra. When I toss it aside, he takes a deep breath and stares as if he’s seeing me for the first time.

“God, you’re a vision.”

He lowers his head and takes one nipple into his mouth. I gasp, my back arching as he teases me with his tongue. His hand comes up to cup my other breast, his thumb circling the hardened peak.

“Loomis,” I breathe, his name becoming a plea.

He works his way down my body, helping me shimmy out of my dress. Fingers hook under the thin sides of my panties, and he slides them down my legs. I reach for him, fumbling with his belt and growing frustrated again.

“When do you get that thing off again?”

I sigh. “Not a moment too soon. A little help?”

He unloops the belt and slides off his pants and boxers in one impatient motion. When he settles back between my legs, the feeling of skin against skin pulls a groan from both of us.

“I want to try something different,” I murmur, my hand wrapping around his length and stroking slowly. I can’t get it out of my head. It was intense, but so good, and I want more of it. I’m ready.

“Anything,” he manages, already half-lost as I continue to work his cock. It’s so fucking sexy, I can’t help but bend to lick a ring around the crown. His hands find my hair, stopping me. “Don’t get distracted. Tell me.”

My eyes meet his, a sudden flash of nerves hitting me as I say, “I want you... behind me.”