“I want you.” A deep rumble shakes my chest as I stare down the low-cut neckline of her outfit. Her breasts are pushed up, tempting me with cleavage. I lick my lips, debating on how far I want to take it. My fingers lift her dress and gravitate toward the sweet slit between her thighs.
Everly whimpers my name, “Rowan. We can’t.”
Oh, we can. We most definitely can. “I bet I can get you off before we get to the penthouse.”
“If we don’t get caught.”
“Isn’t that the fun of it?” I grin, sucking her earlobe into my mouth. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Maybe it is because I’m about to marry her, and it has my system all ramped up and ready to go. This is going to be forever.
She is my forever.
My fingers brush their way through her hair, searching for the erect little nub that sends her screaming. I press against it and circle the bundled-up nerve endings under my finger. Her hands slam against the rails lining the walls, but the elevator stops a few stops below our floor. I pull my hand from between her legs, leaving her gasping for air. Sucking my fingers into my mouth as I lean against the wall beside her, a few men come on and nod their heads at us.
Her face is flushed, and I know that her pussy is wet, just begging for me to come back, but there are people on the elevator… just whatever can be done about that?
Chapter 26 Everly
After Rowan’s manhandling in the elevator, I had him fuck me against the floor-to-ceiling window once we got into our room. Then we chugged the champagne, and now we are walking the sidewalk of the strip. The one thing the man hasn’t done yet is feed me.
I’m starving.
“Oh, let’s go here!” It’s a sushi restaurant called Rho.
“Anything you want. You’re in charge here.”
“Oh, I like that.” I bat my eyelashes at him as I peek over the curve if my shoulder.
“Behave,” he says.
“Never.”
We follow the hostess to a private booth locked away in a room that Rowan has no problem paying for. I order sashimi and a spicy yellowtail roll. He orders the same thing, and as the night passes, we eat all of our food, laugh, kiss, and drink. It’s perfect.
By the time I’m finishing off my third drink, he kisses my shoulder, and I sigh. “Are you sure you want to marry me?” I ask, feeling more bold. Now that I have a few drinks in my system, I’m ready to know the truth.
“I couldn’t be surer. I want us to be together. Don’t you think we have spent enough time apart, wasted enough time being mad or hurt? I’m ready to finally have my life with you, Everly.”
The words of reassurance bring so much relief. “I needed to hear that.”
“I’ll tell you every day for the rest of our lives, if that’s what it takes.”
I lean into him, puckering my lips for a kiss. “As much as I would love that, I think after ten years, I won’t need to hear it anymore.”
His eyes bug out, “Ten?”
“I’m just kidding,” I slur a bit. “Five, at the max,” I giggle. Oh, man am I getting drunk. So, so drunk. It feels good. So, so good.
“Let’s get out of here. There is so much to do.” He takes my hand, and we wave to the hostess as we leave. That food was delicious. I’d want to fly here every day just to have that sushi.
As we start walking down the street again, Rowan is telling me all about school and how he dropped out to develop the company. I know this because I have that scrapbook that tells me everything he has ever accomplished in this life.
But I don’t tell him that because I need to save my crazy until after we are married, right? The further down the strip we get, the darker the lights seem to get. They are reds, dark blues, and purples. It looks dangerous; like it holds the type of energy a person is probably going to try to ignore.
Not me. I want to see what this is about. “What’s this place?”
There is no name on the front of the building, but I hear low, sensual music, and moaning. Why do I hear that? Is this a strip club? There isn’t anyone outside, but it is some type of business.
“I don’t know, but it doesn’t look safe. Come on, Everly. Let’s go check out one of the casinos.”
Oh, but I don’t want to gamble. I want to see what’s inside the mystery building. “Please, Rowan?” I give him big, puppy dog eyes. It always used to work on him in the past. The desert night is getting cooler, and the breeze picks up, making me shiver. If anything, I just want to go inside to get warmed up.
“Okay, but only for a second. I don’t trust the look of this place.”
And I think that is the point. The outside is painted black—even the metal doors for the entrance. Blue and purple lights spill from the frosted windows, but I can’t see what else is going on in there.
“Stay beside me. Keep a hold of my hand, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” I say with a salute.
“I like it when you call me that.” He lifts his fist and pounds on the door.
Bang, bang, bang.
Instead of the door opening, someone slides a small square box over. Black eyes look at us through the hole, assessing and dangerous. “Password?”
Uh, well. I have no idea. “Please?” I say.
The man behind the door tosses his head back and laughs. That’s when I see the tattoo on his neck of skulls and flames, and it makes me gulp. “Oh, sweetheart. You are so out of your element here.”
“It’s why I’m here. I want to be out of my element,” I say with my shoulders back and back straight. I’m not ashamed of
