“I heard,” he says, licking his lips and looking down my body. I know he wants his mouth on me. He can hardly keep it off every inch of me when we’re making love.
I spread my legs wider, and my slickness coats his cock as it slides in and out of me.
There’s more talking coming from the phone, and I decide to play along with this.
I open my mouth under his hand and lick his palm. When I look into his beautiful sapphires, I see them darken, and he grips the phone tighter.
“Five minutes,” he growls into the phone and then he slams it down beside the bed.
He removes his hand and kneels, taking me with him. He growls as I sit up, and he takes hold of me, thrusting angrily into my body. The fierce look in his eyes and the aggressive possession flowing from him make me climax instantly.
I cry out into the room as he thrusts one last time, emptying his own orgasm into me. We cling together, trying to catch our breath as we both come back down from the crazy, hot sex.
“Where did that come from?” I ask, smiling against his chest. I kiss the tattoo that bears my name, and then press my cheek to it.
“There’s a team of people here to help you and Paige get ready for tonight, and I wasn’t ready to give you up yet.”
As I look up into his soft blue eyes, he gives me the sweetest kiss.
When he pulls back, I smile at him and climb off the bed. “Let me rinse off then, and you can greet our guests.”
I hear him grunt behind me, and I look over my shoulder to see him watching me walk away. He’s insatiable.
I pile my hair up and take a quick shower, not knowing what to expect today. Oz told me last night that he had Kimmi arrange for someone to come do my hair today, but this is kind of early. I guess she wanted to make sure she had enough time, because the event isn’t until six tonight.
When I get out of the shower, I wrap a towel around me and go into Oz’s closet. I plan on grabbing a button-up shirt and some of his shorts to wear while I’m getting my hair done today. I flip on the light and then stop, looking around the space.
“Miles!” I shout, not moving from where I’m standing.
After a second he comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He kisses my bare shoulder and I wave my hands around the room.
“What the hell is this?”
Over half of the closet has been filled with clothes I know damn well aren’t mine but will fit me like a glove.
“I don’t see the problem, Mallory. You don’t want me to push and do things without talking to you. So I didn’t move your things from the third floor up here. I got you new things.”
“Oz.” I drop my head in my hands in exasperation.
“Loophole, baby,” he says, and smacks me on the butt. “Now put something on. They’re setting up in the dining room.”
He walks out of the closet before I can ask him what he means by that. I shake my head, having no time to fight with him. I walk over to the first rack of clothes. I thumb through a few pieces and check for something comfortable. But as I push the hangers, I notice something on all the tags.
My stomach does a flip, and I think about my period, which is supposed to arrive any day now. Oz must really want this if he’s already planning for it. After a moment, I come up with a plan.
I go over to another rack and see they’re normal clothes, so I grab a tank top with a built-in bra and a pair of yoga pants so I don’t have to worry about underwear. Though God knows if he bought me a closet full of clothes, he probably bought those, too.
Walking out of the closet, I stop and listen for Oz. I hear him talking down the hall so grab my purse from the dresser. I pull out the burner phone Paige got me the night we sneaked out and turn it on.
I send her a quick text, hoping she has it turned on, and wait. After a second she texts back, and I’m both relieved and nervous at the same time.
* * *
Two hours later, I’m being buffed and polished to within an inch of my life.
Kimmi was here briefly to drop off the secret gown, now hanging next to my new wardrobe. She left already, but gave me a mischievous smile on her way out.
There are two people here to do my nails and toes and a third to do my makeup and hair. I’ve been plucked and scrubbed, and as the gel finishes setting, Paige walks into the dining room. She’s got her purse over her arm, and I stare at it.