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“What?”
“Mall,” Marissa repeated impatiently. “Shopping.”
“Can’t you get everything online nowadays?”
Marissa rolled her eyes. “See. First suggestion and you’re weaselling your way out.”
“I don’t think I’m the only man who hates shopping. We can go out to dinner.”
“Steak house? Jacket required?”
Viktor scowled. “Meet me halfway here, Marissa.”
And then he realized she was teasing. He caught her around the waist and hauled her up against him. “We could go running together,” he suggested against her lips.
“Only you would consider that quality time or dating,” Marissa retorted. “Look, frankly, I think you grill tastier steaks than anything I’ve ever had at any restaurant. All the food you’ve had delivered here is top-notch. I’m getting used to your little repertoire of home cooking. I only suggest that you lay off the butter and use more olive oil or my thighs will hate you.”
“I love every part of your body.” His voice had turned husky, his eyes taking in her delicious, lithe form. “You’re perfect, Iz. Perfect for me.”
He teased her lips into a gentle kiss.
“I don’t want you changing either,” Viktor said softly when he stopped nibbling at her lips. “I like you in your classy getups and suits, especially when you wear those stockings and garter shit. I like the smell of your fancy soap. And I want you to officially move in with me.”
She gasped at his last statement.
“Hear me out,” Viktor continued quickly. “My place is safer. I know you hate how it’s furnished, so I’m giving you free rein to do what you want. Just don’t put damned drapes on the windows, and I’ll be okay.”
“Darn, and I just lost my antique table and china cabinet.”
Viktor silently thanked whatever gods were responsible for his luck.
“Is that a yes?”
“I’m practically living here anyway,” Marissa said. “I don’t want to give up my row house though. It took me forever to score that property.”
“I don’t like the idea.”
“Viktor, I need a place I can call my own.”
“Why? So you can leave whenever you’re pissed at me?”
“Now that you mention it, maybe.”
That really pissed him off, but he managed to keep his tone level. “I don’t think I’ve made myself clear enough. So I’m spelling it out for you.” He ignored her squinting eyes and continued. “What we have is not a temporary hook up. You’re my woman. I take care of what’s mine. The roof over your head. What you eat. Hell, I’ll buy you all your fancy clothes and soap. I don’t want you to have too many options, like a row house you can retreat to when you’ve got something up your ass.” She sputtered at this, but he continued speaking over her. “When you’re horny and need some fucking—my tongue and my dick are your one and only option. I want to be your one andfinaloption for everything you need.”
Viktor noted with satisfaction when Marissa’s eyes gradually widened. Of course she had to lick her lips when he mentioned fucking her with his tongue. He knew she loved his oral skills, and just the thought of burying his face between her creamy thighs was making him hard. But he had to make it clear that his cock came with a ball and chain. She wanted his dick, the rest of the man came with it—warts and all. She would be forever his, with no fucking escape clause.
“Um . . . that’s a tempting proposition but—”
Her indecision snapped his control.
“I’m fucking in love with you, woman,” he roared. “Do I have to spell it out any clearer than that?”
The tension that bristled close to her skin and held her stubborn stance all through this discussion evaporated. Her eyes filled with emotion as she whispered tremulously, “I love you too, Viktor.”
His eyes closed. This was it. He searched deep inside himself and his heart was bursting with the words he had denied saying with conviction for so long.
He gripped the back of her neck and drew her close to him. His forehead dropped to hers. “Fuck, Marissa. I love you. I love you . . .”
