He’s nearly to the garbage can. “I’ll enjoy throwing it in the trash, how’s that?”

“I have a better idea,” I say playfully.

My tone snags his interest, so he stops and looks back at me. “What?”

Backing away slowly, I start unbuttoning my red satin dress shirt. “Why don’t you grab two glasses and bring them upstairs? We can have a nice, hot bath…” I undo another button, then another.

My shirt falls open.

Lee’s gaze heats as it rakes over me.

When his molten brown eyes meet mine, I think he’s forgotten all about throwing away the champagne.

At least until he says, “I have an even better idea.”

“Yeah?”

He nods and walks closer, carrying the champagne with him. “How about we open the bottle and I’ll pour it over your tits.”

I draw in a sharp, excited breath.

He moves closer, his gaze hot as it meets mine. “Then I’ll lick every bit of it off your naked body before I fuck you.”

I swallow, feeling a touch more languid at the promise in his words.

Lee stops in front of me, locking an arm around my waist and pulling me close.

“I like that idea,” I murmur, winding my arms around his neck.

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.” I press my lips to his cheek, then tilt my head and kiss his strong jaw. “I like it a lot.”

“It’s settled, then.” He leans in and kisses me, then unlocks his arm from around my waist so I can move toward the bedroom.

Feeling a little mischievous myself, I look back at him and smile. “Maybe we should send Caleb a thank-you card.”

His eyes narrow to slits.

Nervous excitement makes my tummy jump, even though I know he’s not really mad.

Maybe we’ll play like he is. That was awfully fun the other night.

“That’s it. You better hope I don’t catch you,” he threatens.

A thrill shoots through me as I shoot up the stairs with a big grin on my face and Lee hot on my heels.

He can chase me all he wants, but he knows I’ve already been caught.

I’m his. Always have been, always will be.

When he grabs me and drags me into the bedroom, I forget all about the sexy red negligee I wanted to change into before bed. I forget about the Cristal and his promise to lick it off me. I think he forgets, too, but we’ll get to that later.

We’re wrapped up in each other, and that’s better than anything we had planned.

He fucks me to the point of exhaustion, a nice little bonus from his triggered possessiveness. Afterward, I lie naked and sated in the dark bedroom with his strong arms around me, wondering how this can be my life, if it can ever get any better than this.