bank material. I tug a loose strand of hair back in its place, getting lost in her green meadows.
“Hi,” I finally rasp, my voice gravelly and deep, demonstrating my desperation for taking her to a more intimate setting.
“Hi, yourself, pretty boy,” she taunts, her sexy-ass smile tugging on her lips.
“That’s some dress.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
“I’m going to like it much more when I rip it off your body later tonight.”
She pulls on my chin and shakes her head playfully.
“Don’t you dare. It’s too pretty to destroy.”
“So are you, but it doesn’t weaken my desire to ravish and ruin you.”
“Aren’t you a sweet-talker tonight?” She laughs, making the organ inside my chest rattle its cage, demanding to leap into her arms.
“I’m serious, though. You look beautiful, Stone. But to me, you always do.”
“You don’t look half-bad yourself,” she answers, appreciative of the monkey suit I’m wearing.
The little blush that rises on her cheeks makes it impossible for me not to want to lean down and kiss her again. But this time, I want to do it in a place where I can surrender to it, which is not in the middle of a ballroom full of people. So I grab Stone’s hand, pulling her with me in search of a secluded spot to finally greet her the way I wanted to.
“Finn.” She giggles. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see,” I reply, my feet wanting to rush their way out, but taking great pains to keep a slower pace because of Stone’s high heels.
My eyes wander through the house, contemplating the guests. As I foresaw, every inch of this place is filled to the brim. Calling defeat and pulling the most cliché move ever, I take her to the only place that will ensure us some form of privacy.
“You have got to be joking?” she exclaims the minute I lock the bathroom door behind us. “Don’t you even think about having sex in here, Finn Walker. I haven’t even met your parents yet, for crying out loud. No way will I be known as the girl who locked herself in a bathroom with their son for a quickie before introducing myself to them,” she snaps, crossing her arms under her breasts, making those puppies even more mouthwatering.
Fuck, but this dress really is something.
The dark-red silk perfectly hugs all of her curves like a second skin, the backless cut giving a little hint on the sides of the swell of her breasts. Her hair is up to showcase her long neck, just begging for my hands to clasp around it. The whole ensemble could quickly be on the tile floor with just a tug of the bow at the back of her neck. I’m positive I won’t be able to think of doing anything else for the whole night.
“We’ve fucked in worse places, Stone,” I tease, licking my lips as my eyes continue to travel up and down her body.
“That was different,” she bites back, unamused.
“Why?”
“Because,” she mumbles out in exasperation, walking backward as I keep my predatory gaze on her.
“Because why?”
She squints her eyes at me, her anger starting to shine, and her little fist getting ready to do some damage.
Shit.
Abort! Abort!
This is not how I wanted to start this night out.
“Stone, I’m kidding. I’m not going to fuck you the minute you waltz through my front door. I do have some restraint, you know? This dress really isn’t making it easy on me, but I’m not a total caveman. I brought you here because I wanted to talk to you in private before everyone else wants a piece of you. That’s all.”
She bows her head toward the floor, which hurts my heart just by looking at her.
“Hey. I swear, I just wanted to talk,” I vow, caressing her cheek with my hand.
“Then talk,” she quips back, still pissed and not entirely convinced of my motives.
“Okay, maybe not talk, but more like I wanted to give you something,” I stutter, my nerves starting to make an appearance.
“If the next words out of your mouth are about your cock, I swear to Almighty God I’ll bite the thing off.” She snarls, and I can’t help but chuckle as the jitters of my initial intention evaporate completely.
“No, you wouldn’t. You need it just as much as I do. But rest assured, this isn’t dick-related.”
“Hmm,” she mumbles suspiciously with her defined eyebrow still up in the air.
I swallow dryly, pulling out a velvet box from inside my tuxedo pocket and placing it in her palms.
“What’s