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She’s sitting by her dressing table, and it’s the first time I see her without makeup.
“Oh,” she gasps, quickly climbing to her feet.
“We need to start with your training,” I say as I move closer to her, my eyes drinking in the sight of her natural beauty.
Makeup or no makeup, my fiancée is breathtaking.
“Training?” she asks.
My gaze sweeps over the pantsuit she’s wearing.
“Shooting lessons. Do you have casual clothes?”
She nods. “I have leggings.”
“Change into them.” When she remains standing, I add, “Now.”
“Oh … okay.” She hurries into the closet.
While I wait for her to change her clothes, I walk to the window and stare at the view of the lake.
It doesn’t take long before Gabriella comes back into the bedroom. When my eyes land on the tight-as-fuck leggings and her long-sleeve shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination, I grow hard in a split second.
Christ.
The sight of the gap between her thighs and her evident-as-fuck perky breasts almost has me throwing her on the bed.
“That’s definitely not going to fucking work,” I growl.
Her eyes fill with worry as she whispers, “It’s all I have.”
Grabbing her hand, I haul her out of her bedroom and head to my suite. I don’t stop until we’re standing in my walk-in closet.
Yanking a sweater from a hanger, I shove it over her head and bark, “Arms.”
She quickly puts on the sweater, and when it hangs to the middle of the thighs, I feel a little better.
Grabbing hold of her hips, I lift her from her feet and set her down on the display case in the middle of the closet. I brace my hands on either side of her, and leaning forward, I capture her stunned eyes.
“Never wear leggings outside of the bedroom,” I order.
She nods quickly.
“No cleavage in public.”
A frown starts to form on her forehead. “Do you want me to dress more conservatively?”
“No. I love the way you dress. Just don’t show what’s mine to other men, or there will be hell to pay.”
There’s a flicker of relief on her face. “Okay.”
I pull back, and when I see her in my sweater, one hell of a possessive feeling fills my chest.
“I like you in my clothes,” I mutter.
“I like it too.” She smiles at me as she slips off the display case. “It’s snuggly and warm.”
Gabriella’s wearing sneakers, and without the height of her high heels, she only reaches the middle of my chest.
