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She giggles. “I warned you about the water around here.”

“Or the paint. You also mentioned the paint. You think there’s an aphrodisiac in the air? Or some sort of fertility spell that got cast on the mansion?”

“Maybe we should ask Gretchen. She’s been here for decades. She would know if there was a hex on the house.”

“Hey now, nobody said anything about a hex. I don’t think the aura is evil. I think it’s more of a Cupid’s arrow kind of spell,” I joke.

Another giggle makes my heart soar. I can’t get close enough to her.

What I want is to be inside her. But that’s not going to happen now. I will wait. After hearing everyone else’s story, I feel inspired to continue the tradition. The fastest way to get a woman to marry you is to tease her relentlessly until she can’t stand waiting another day and finally caves.

I can do that. In fact, I love the challenge.

I kiss her again and then nibble a path to her ear. “Did you touch yourself without permission today, baby?”

She shivers. “No.”

“Did you want to?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did you think about my fingers on your pussy, barely touching your folds?”

“Yes,” she breathes out.

“I need to taste you. I want my mouth on you. I want to hear you scream before we go down to dinner.”

She moans. “Haden…”

Bending low enough to grab her hips, I lift her off the floor, spin around, and take fast strides to reach her bed. This time, her bed is made. The room is clean, too. I’m quite sure she tidied up for me, and this is not her norm.

I lower her onto the hot-pink comforter. It’s so girly and bright, but I love it because it’s her. It tells me a bit about her personality. Emilia is girly and bright.

Her legs hang over the side of the bed, and I lean over her to kiss her lips again. “You cleaned your room for me, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she murmurs against my mouth.

“It’s a bait and switch, though, isn’t it?” I tease.

She chuckles. “Definitely. But you already saw it yesterday. You surely surmised I’m kind of a slob.”

I chuckle. “You won’t always be a slob, baby,” I warn.

She groans. “I figured.”

“Rules are going to be good for you. You’re going to thrive under my more structured environment.”

“We’ll see.” But she’s grinning. She already knows I’m right.

I can’t stand waiting another second without seeing my girl come. I hold her gaze. “You’re going to spread your legs open for me like a good girl, and I’m going to eat your pussy until you come so hard you forget everyone who touched you before me.”

Her cheeks pinken adorably as she nods.

I hate that I still won’t get to see her breasts this time, but I’ll strip her fully naked after dinner and make her scream again. This, right now, will be an appetizer. For both of us.

After easing down her body, I lift her knees, spread them, and press them obscenely wide against the mattress. “Hold your legs open for me, baby.”

She obeys me. She may be feisty and give me a run for my money most days—and I sincerely hope she always does to keep our life interesting—but sometimes she will simply do as she’s told because she likes how it makes her feel.