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Somewhere in the back of my head, a small cruel voice wonders if Brett would have looked at me like this when I walked down the aisle. And then a bigger, truer voice answers: no.

Brett never looked at me like this once. Not in five years.

Nate's head appears over Miles's shoulder. "Eden! Ski Bar, let's go. You promised to stop me insulting a sponsor before dinner."

"No… I promised to witness it," Eden says, grabbing her coat.

"Same thing." Nate catches sight of me and whistles. "Damn, Fields. The captain's gonna swallow his tongue."

"I think he already has," I say.

Stevie gathers her things too. "Dylan's doing an early set and he's texted me six complaints about the sound equipment. I should go help him now you've clearly finished getting ready." She skips past Miles but looks up at him and says, "If you ruin her hair, I'll ruin you."

They spill into the hallway in a flurry of coats, and as the door clicks shut, it is suddenly very quiet in my suite.

"You look beautiful," Miles finally says.

He smells good, and his jacket is doing criminal things to his shoulders. I take it all in, eventually falling to his hands. Those huge, veined, rough hands hanging at his sides.

My whole body remembers what they can do at once.

"Beautiful," I repeat, stepping closer. "Is the great Miles Stratton finally frightened by a dress?"

"I'm not frightened."

I reach up and straighten his tie, taking my time about it. "Your pulse says otherwise."

His hand closes around my wrist.

"The only frightening part," he says, low, "is that I'm expected to take you downstairs without putting my hands under that fucking dress first."

Heat drops straight through me.

Oh, wow.

"That does sound difficult," I whisper, our eyes locked on each other.

Without so much as a warning, Miles launches himself at me, grabbing me and spinning me by the hips so fast I gasp as he bends me over the nearest surface.

"Miles!"

His hands run over my ass through the fabric, shaping it, squeezing as he bends me forward over the vanity and delivers one firm spank that makes me squeak into the mirror.

"Miles!" Another spank has my insides gushing with warmth and excitement. "Oh! The dress is borrowed, my hair took an hour—oh!—and dinner starts in twenty minutes."

He spanks me another three times before squeezing my ass. It feels so good. I lean into him as his hands don't stop moving over my body.

"Are any of those words you're saying a no?"

I look at our reflection in the mirror, of him behind me, huge and dark-suited, me flushed green and gold with my lipstick perfect and my willpower nowhere in the building.

"No," I breathe. "None of it is a no."

Chapter 15

Audrey

Miles turns me back around and kisses me.