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Chloe
I expect Nikolai to fall upon me as savagely as usual, but he’s excruciatingly tender, slowly unbuttoning the dress and pressing soft, warm kisses to my neck and throat until all the anticipatory tension drains out of my body, leaving warm lassitude in its wake. By the time I’m naked, my very bones feel as if they’ve melted, even as a different type of tension gathers low in my core, my body heating from the inside out.
Laying me down on the mattress, he steps back to disrobe himself, and I watch with a quickening heartbeat as he removes his black tuxedo jacket and bow tie. Underneath, he’s wearing a silver vest over a crisp white shirt, both hugging his muscular, broad-shouldered torso in a way that leaves no doubt they were custom made for him.
Swiftly, he divests himself of
