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I stepped behind her and slid my hands over her hips, smoothing the skirt back into place. Isabella sucked in a breath when my fingers brushed the tender curve of her ass.

I kissed her shoulder.

“Feeling that, huh?”

“A little.”

“You’ll feel it more tomorrow.”

“That sounded far too pleased.”

“I am.”

I found the concealed zipper at the center of her back and lowered it as I kissed the curve of her neck. I’d watched her wear this dress through dinner, the theater, and Xyst, thinking she looked beautiful enough to stop traffic. Ten minutes ago, I’d had the skirt shoved around her waist while I reddened her ass over my lap.

Both versions of her did dangerous things to me.

I slid the dress from her shoulders and let it slip down her body until the fabric pooled around her feet.

“Step out.”

She did, and I moved the dress aside before turning her toward me.

The chase had left her hair slightly mussed, her cheeks were flushed, and the orgasm still lingered in the heavy set of her eyelids.

I ran my hand over one heated cheek, gentler now. “Good girl. You took that beautifully.”

A needy little whine slipped from her.

Fuck, I loved those sounds.

I kissed her gently enough to make her lean into me, then guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. I kicked off my shoes and stripped out of the rest of my clothes.

“I had something else planned for tonight before you and your Syndicate girlfriends decided to wage psychological warfare.”

Her brows lifted. “Besides the proposal?”

“Aye.”

I reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out the black box I’d hidden there yesterday.

She sat up a little straighter when she saw it. “What’s that?”

“More Valentine’s presents.”

I sat next to her, opened the box, and set it between us.

Her gaze moved over the contents: the small vibrator, the adjustable clamps connected by a fine gold chain, the slim silicone plug, and the bottle of lube.

She picked up the vibrator first.

“I know what this is.”

Her eyes narrowed before she set it back and touched the chain attached to the clamps.

“What are these?”

“For your nipples.”