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shared.
    Perhaps that was what made our bond so fierce. We were entangled in a private, sensuous, twisted, fated affair that left us with little control over our feelings for each other. And certainly no escape from them.
    Unfortunately, that did not keep us safe from all the outside forces that threatened to tear us apart again.
    I tried not to think of the terrifying aspect of being so consumed by love, so desperate for Dane on every level. Lost myself, instead, in the feel of him gliding along my heat and moisture, steadily increasing the tempo as he fucked me masterfully. I submitted to him, as always.
    His lips grazed along my spine. Then his fingers lightly traveled up to my nape. Down to my tailbone, making me tremble. He slipped around to my front and cupped my sex with his large hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb against my clit, coating his skin. Then he returned his attention to my backside.
    As he pumped into me, he rimmed that previously forbidden spot with his thumb. I’d given him free reign over my body the very first time we’d made love. I’d not once regretted it. Couldn’t. Everything he did turned me inside out.
    Tearing my gaze from him, my eyelids closed and I rested my forehead against the top of my hand, splayed over the ledge.
    He continued the decadent play and another orgasm built.
    â€œYes,” I muttered. Fire roared through my veins as his free hand returned to the apex of my legs and he massaged my clit. “I’m burning up.”
    I palmed my breast, caressing it and pinching the nipple as all the sensations escalated.
    â€œCome with me,” he commanded in a thick tone. “Now, Ari. Now.”
    He thrust deep into my pussy, his thumb pressed in, and he exploded inside me. I cried out once more as his climax sparked mine, causing all that heat and tension to burst wide open.
    My body shook. My lungs sucked in choppy breaths.
    â€œHoly shit!” I blurted. “You are so fantastic.”
    I always thought it could never get better or hotter between us.
    I was always wrong.

 
    chapter 2
    â€œThis is the perfect garland,” I said as I draped the four-foot-long fluffy deep-green sample around Dane’s neck. Tiny bronze satin bows accented with thin, glittery gold and silver scrolls and just the right amount of clear twinkle lights woven through the plush mass completed the festive look.
    My very tall, dark, and devastatingly handsome, though perpetually brooding, boyfriend/boss scowled at me. An expression I drolly (secretly) suspected he’d perfected around the age of thirteen or fourteen, given how comfortable and skilled he was with intimidating people.
    And though it worked on others—and turned his chiseled-to-perfection features foreboding—all I had to do was tease his lips with mine, a soft tangling with a few sighs of delirium for good measure, and he was putty in my hands.
    Case in point—
    â€œAri, you don’t need my approval on Christmas decorations for the Lux,” he said. “I trust you.”
    â€œExplicitly, or are you just sick of the previews?”
    â€œBoth.”
    I laughed. Slipping into his lap as he sat at a glass-topped table on our back patio reading the paper over breakfast, I said, “I don’t blame you. But everything has to be perfect for the grand opening.”
    10,000 Lux was already touted as the West’s Plaza Hotel, eclipsing the beauty of the Bellagio and Caesars Palace, offering more luxury and exclusivity than one could possibly imagine. The resort, the grounds, and the lobby were stunning, with no expense spared. Crafted specifically to steal breaths and inspire envy.
    The first time I’d walked through the double doors, the only thing that had kept me from needing to pick my jaw up off the marbled floor over the opulence of it all was that my focus had been centered wholly on Dane. Owner of the prestigious hotel that also boasted five golf courses, designed by