“You know I love a good challenge. I wouldn’t be standing here right now if I didn’t.”
I swat his shoulder playfully. “Hey.”
“Best win of my life, babe.” Pulling out of me, he places me back on my feet before tucking himself away.
The second my knickers poking out of his pocket catch my eye, I reach out and steal them back.
“Hey, I wanted them for my collection.”
“Trust me. You’re going to want to see them on me later. Probably almost as much as you don’t want me walking out there in this obscene dress without them on.”
His eyes run down the length of me appreciatively before he nods.
“Something else we agree on.” He steps forward, reaching under my ridiculously short dress and cupping my pussy. “This is mine,” he growls, dipping into me, collecting up his cum and pushing it deeper. “And only mine.”
“Yours,” I agree.
“Whose idea was this dress? I need to buy them a drink. Or maybe a house or something,” he jokes.
“Calli made them.” His brows rise in surprise. “You like?”
“Like?” he asks, slipping a second finger inside me, making me hot for him all over again. “I fucking love it. I might burn the rest of your clothes and make you wear this all the time.”
“So having your name and your ring isn’t enough.”
I realise my mistake the second the words fall from my lips, because I don’t have his ring.
Not anymore.
And it fucking kills me that I lost something so precious.
“Theo, I—”
Ripping his fingers from inside me, he paints his fingertips across my bottom lip before pushing them into my mouth, leaving them there until I’ve licked them clean, tasting the two of us mixed together.
His pupils dilate once more as he studies my lips.
The second he pulls them free, I try again.
“Theo, I lost—”
But then his other hand lifts and something red catches the light above us.
“Oh my God,” I breathe, not believing what I’m seeing.
“You want me, babe?” he asks, holding it between us.
I bite down on my bottom lip, not because I don’t know the answer to that question, but because we’re in a freaking nightclub storage room right now, and I’ve got his cum dripping down my thighs.
This really isn’t the time for some big, heartfelt declaration.
He takes my hesitation for doubt and continues.
“I know that I’m fucked up. I know that this whole situation is fucked up. But I want it, Em. I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anything. Ever.”
“Theo,” I breathe, but I’m quickly stopped when he presses two fingers to my lips.
“I’m not expecting everything to be forgotten. I don’t want it to be. I deserve to be put through hell for how I’ve treated you. I don’t expect you to move in with me or anything crazy. I just… I want you to say that something might be possible. You don’t even have to wear this if you don’t want to,” he says, taking my hand and playing with the ring he’s pushed onto my finger. “You don’t have to use my name, you don’t have to do any of the wife shit. We can forget about it. And maybe, just maybe, we can revisit it if you’re still with me in a few years.”