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SLOANE
As I slippedinto the silver dress for the Conclave, my mind replayed what had happened in the fitting room. Grayson and I certainly had a thing for public fucking. Public fucking in lingerie stores. My pussy was still sore from the pounding it had received, but I relished the ache between my thighs. It reminded me that Grayson was so desperate to be inside me that he temporarily lost himself.
You’re mine, Sloane.
Christ, even his possessive words made me wet.
I’d just shut the closet when there was a knock on my bedroom door. Grayson stood on the other side, wearing another suit. I let my gaze drop to take him all in and knew that beneath all that fabric was a man who knew how to fuck.
“Keep looking at me like that, lass, and I’ll have to take you against the wall.”
My gaze flickered back to his, finding it hungry. Walking back inside, I made sure to swing my hips more than necessary—making the tasseled hem flare—and sat on the edge of my bed while he watched from the doorway.
Knowing I was flashing the tops of my thigh-highs, I slid on the new shoes that we’d picked up today in town, then asked, “Where’s the Conclave happening?”
His blue eyes darted from my legs to my face. “In the only neutral location we have. A town called Athlone. It’s about an hour away. Come on, or we’ll be late.”
“Is Finnan coming with us?”
“No, he wants to arrive last. Call it a…” his mouth dipped into an irritated scowl, “… powerplay on his end.”
* * *
When we pulledup to the restaurant an hour later, I peered out the rain-lined passenger window to find a restaurant not too dissimilar to the one Grayson had taken me to for lunch in Galway.
I waited for Torin to open my door, then stepped out onto the sidewalk. The bottom of my dress rode up and slid along the seat, flashing the lace tops of my thigh-highs. Torin cleared his throat abruptly and averted his gaze.
“Sorry,” I said to him softly.
His eyes darted to my face before turning away again. “Please don’t mention this to Grayson. He’ll have my head.”
I smiled. “Your secret is safe with me.”
He winked at me, then straightened when Grayson rounded the back of the Rover.
“Why the fuck are you winking at her?” he barked at Torin.
Torin’s shoulders squared, and he said, “No reason.”
For a tense moment, he stared at the other man, choosing to let it go when I shivered a little.
Grayson swung his serious eyes to me. “You’re cold?”
I gestured to the dress. “It’s kind of hardnotto be cold in this dress.”
He grunted, saying in a voice so low it was only meant for my ears, “That fucking dress.”
Placing his hand on the small of my back, he led me into the restaurant while Torin took up the rear.
The hostess was waiting for us when we stepped inside. It was clear she didn’t know where to look because her brown eyes couldn’t settle on anyone’s face. She finally pulled herself together enough to say, “You’re the first to arrive, sir. I’ll show you to your table.”
“Stay with the car,” Grayson growled to Torin before he escorted me to our table.
The restaurant itself felt impersonal compared to the other one Grayson had taken me to. The décor was sleek and modern. Glass, brushed metal, and a lot of steel made up the tables and chairs. The walls were white, and instead of warm lighting, it was cold and somehow hostile.
The hostess stopped at a large table at the back of the restaurant. It was as far from the kitchen and restrooms as you could get, which would guarantee privacy. Grayson pulled out a chair that put my back to the restaurant, and while I got settled, I watched the hostess’s eyes gravitate toward him.
“I’ll send the waiter over to take your drink order,” she said, finally disappearing back to the hostess stand.
