“Where
are we going?” I ask against his lips.
“My
bed.”
Oh.
“We didn’t clean up after
breakfast.”
“Later.”
“We
could get naked on the deck,” I suggest and bite his earlobe.
He
growls. “No, my bed.” We’re moving up the stairs. “I’m getting you naked and plan to spend
about a week in bed with you.”
I
can’t help but laugh. “I have clients on
Monday.”
“Okay,
but today and tomorrow you’re all mine.”
“Yours?”
I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Mine.”
He repeats and stands me gently at the side of his bed. He grabs the hem of my dress and pulls it
over my head.
“Sweet
Jesus, you’re not wearing any underwear.”
I
grin. “Nope.”
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