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I glanced around at the other theatergoers, who were enraptured by the costumes on stage, and back at Em.

“Only if you do.”

She pressed her lips together, nodding emphatically. Her soft brown curls bounced on her shoulders, and I grabbed her hand.

She laced her fingers through mine, and we maneuvered down the aisle, holding inside laughter that burst out of us as soon as we broke into the bright light outside the theater.

“The next place I choose won’t be so boring—”

She shook her head and put her hand on my chest. “It was a great date—”

“But?”

“I promise, it was great, but there’s only one thing I could think about while we were in there…” She bit the corner of her mouth and I dipped down, brushing my lips against hers, loving the fact I could do that whenever I wanted.

“Tell me, Em. Anything at all.”

“I want you,” she breathed.

I peeled my hand away from Em’s thigh long enough to jump out of the car and open her door. She stretched up and kissed my cheek.

“Thank you for taking me to the show.”

I smirked and led her into the house. “Was it good? I had a hard time concentrating.”

She tossed her purse under the table, kicking her shoes off, and sliding them next to mine.

She flashed me a wicked grin. “My bedroom, or yours?”

“Yours.”

I didn’t have to think about it. If she was going to bring Mac anywhere near our home, I wanted her to think of me making her toes curl in that bed.

She shimmied past me, her breasts pressing against me as she went. I smacked her ass, the skirt of her fabric thin enough for me to hear a satisfying pop.

Em squealed and sprinted down the hallway, peeking behind her twice to make sure I was following.

As if I would want to be anywhere else.

I followed her into her room, pressing her against her door until it shut with a solid click. I brushed my lips along her collarbone and she moaned. The sound—breathy and sweet—reverberated through me.

“I’m not going to hold back, Em. I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted you.” I swallowed, hard. “But you’re the one in control, okay? You want to stop? We stop.”

She nodded, her eyes lit from within. “Show me what you got.”

A rumble of approval erupted from my chest. I had always loved how bold Em was, but this was next-level conviction.

She knew what she wanted, and she wouldn’t be afraid to let me know if what I was doing was too much or not enough.

I tugged her across the room and looped my hand behind her back, lowering her onto the bed as she softly sighed, her breath tickling my neck.

I stared into those bottomless eyes of hers and came alive.

“On your knees,” I ordered.

And without hesitation, my beautiful Em obeyed.

Chapter Fifteen

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