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As Dylan and I walk out, I can feel him silently gloating. “What is it?”
“You were amazing,” he says, “and I couldn’t be happier.”
“Did you see the Faulkners there or something?” I ask, the nerves threatening to come back up again, and Dylan shrugs. Holding the door for me, we slide into the back seat of the car, and Vince closes it for us. “What’s that mean?”
“It means I didn’t notice or even think to look,” Dylan says. “I only had eyes for you.”
My first response is the warmth that flows through me, but the second is a sobering realization.
I realize that he’s right. I didn’t see Evan or any of his family there tonight, but I also wasn’t even thinking of them. I was enjoying myself, meeting people in the industry, talking about the city, and grateful for being at Dylan’s side, watching him have a good time.
Everything else seems insignificant outside of that.
I lean over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I saw that,” I tell him with a pleased smile. “Did the governor try to talk you into joining him? His wife seemed to think he would.”
Dylan huffs out a long-suffering sigh but seems more amused than annoyed. “Every time I see him, he does. I’m not opposed to being on the city council, but I don’t know how I’d make time. Tamara would probably throw my schedule at me and tell me to figure it out myself.” He laughs, and I do too, knowing that his assistant would do no such thing.
“As long as she pencils me in,” I tease.
Dylan pulls me to his side, cupping my jaw. Right before he kisses me, he murmurs, “I don’t know what I’d do without our standing six o’clock meetings every day.”
And then his mouth is on mine, his lips moving lower, and nothing else in the world matters as the back of the car gets hotter and hotter.
CHAPTER 31
DYLAN
I’m sure Vince hurries as much as is humanly possible, but I’m not sure we’re going to make it. I need to be inside Raven. Now.
Fuck, I’ve wanted her from the second that apartment door opened, and as the night went on, all I could wonder was what was hiding under that silver dress.
As I kiss her, I try to think of anything other than how her hands feel on me and how fucking hot those small moans are that she gives me when I break away for a moment of air.
I settle on the night. On the PR. On how fucking perfect it went.
She was magnificent tonight. There were curious glances and whispers, of course, but if she noticed, she didn’t let it show. She was confident, beautiful, proud to be with me, and spoke eloquently to every person she interacted with. She has utterly bewitched me, but tonight, she cast a spell on the entire room.It was glorious, and I nearly had to pinch myself every time I remembered that she is mine.
She is mine.In every way.
Thankfully, Vince somehow cuts through the city traffic and gets us to my penthouse in record time. I don’t wait for him to open the car door. There’s no time for that. I throw it open, help Raven from the car, and virtually carry her toward my private elevator.
It takes twenty-three seconds to get to my floor at the top of the building, two seconds for the door to unlock, and one more to slam it shut behind us.
“Get that dress off or I’m going to tear it off,” I warn her, my breath coming in pants that have nothing to do with my frantic need to get Raven alone and everything to do with my tenuous hold on my ever-present desire for this woman.
I yank at my tie, needing it gone so I can breathe. I toss it… somewhere… and start stripping. First, my jacket, which I drop to the floor, not caring about designer labels or expensive fabrics. Then, the buttons on my shirt.
Meanwhile, I keep an eye on Raven who, rather than do what I said, is watching me as heat fills her green eyes.
“Darling.” My voice is a low rumble.
She spins, giving me her back as she struts her way to the living room. She’s enjoying this, I realize, and I groan, my cock twitching behind my zipper.
“Aren’t you going to offer me a drink, Mr. Sharpe?” she teases, licking her lips as though parched. “It’s the polite thing to do when a guest comes over.” She can’t even pretend to not want the same thing as her chest rises and falls with her catching her breath.
“You’re not a guest. And I know you’re as much in need as I am.”
Instead, she sinks to the couch, sitting down in the middle of the cushions. She crosses her legs at theknee and stretches her arms out along the back, the pose highlighting her tits, waist, and hips. But also… her smile.
