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Nikolai
“Nikolai, if we don’t leave now, we’re going to be late for our reservation!” Brandon’s voice echoes from the other room, teasing but laced with impatience.
“Coming, baby,” I call back, my grin pulling at my lips as I give myself one last look in the mirror. The black fitted shirt clings to my muscles, hugging my frame in all the right places, emphasizing the tattoos that snake down my arm and across my chest. I flex my biceps, watching the ink stretch and shift, the dark designs marking my skin like a second identity. My pants are tailored to perfection, the material tight, giving me just the right amount of freedom without losing that sleek, polished look. I roll my shoulders back, ensuring the jacket I’m throwing on fits like a glove, sharp, dark, and undeniably me. Fuck, I look good. If it was up to me, I’d go naked, but I know Brandon likes this side of me, clean, polished, a little dangerous.
Stepping down the stairs, I spot him. Brandon. My husband. My heart stutters for a moment. Damn. His dark hair is styled perfectly, his sharp jawline catching the light as his eyes meet mine, and I can’t help but let out a low chuckle. His fitted jacket and crisp shirt show off the muscles he’s worked so hard for. His whole presence radiates beauty and strength. Everything about him pulls at me. “Damn, baby, you look so fucking handsome,” I whisper, the words slipping from my mouth before I can stop them. I step forward, my hands brushing against his waist, pulling him into a kiss that’s deep and lingering. He laughs softly, teasing me with a playful bite on my lip. I pull back slightly, unable to take my eyes off him. "Mine. All fucking mine," I growl low in my throat, unable to resist the way my heart races at the sight of him. He's perfect.
Brandon
A rosy hue crept up my cheeks as I let out a soft chuckle, Nikolai’s hands settling firmly on my waist. “Yours,” I murmurs my voice dipping down an octave, sending a shiver down his spine.My grip tightens on his waist as I lean in, my nose brushing against his, breathing him in. The scent of his cologne—something dark, rich, and uniquely him—wraps around me, pulling me in deeper. It’s intoxicating.
I tilt my head slightly, my lips parted, breath still hitting Niko’s skin. I could kiss him. I want to kiss him. I want to have him moaning, while grinding on me. I know that if I do, we’ll never make it to dinner.
With a deep sigh, I force myself to step back, checking him out slowly, taking my time to eye fuck him, my fingers lingering on his hips as I admire the way he looks under the dim lighting of our home. “We should go before I decide reservations don’t matter.”