New York, Summer, 1921 . Your new neighbor across the lake is the mysterious bachelor , Dutch. His reputation for excess and extravagant parties precede him in the prohibition era. But after an invitation to one of his soirees, you discover your...
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"Violet?!" Harrison appeared behind Tom. His eyes were wide with question. Tom immediately pulled away and wiped his mouth. You stood up straight and lightly patted your hair with a smile.
"Harrison!" you said too loudly, but had no follow up. You just smiled in a poor attempt to be nonchalant. His eyes traveled from you to Tom who was particularly interested in looking out the window at this moment.
"I'm taking M out on the boat," he said slowly.
"Alright, that sounds lovely," you nodded quickly. You grabbed a book from the table and started flipping through it as if you had a purpose. The printed words flew by as your heart raced in equal measure. Your efforts were so ridiculous. You used to be so well versed in sneaking around but you were no doubt rusty.
Harrison narrowed his eyes at you before turning to leave. Tom remained silent and still by the window. You waited a moment then tossed the book back on the table then buried your face in your hands with a groan. Tom turned to look at you.
"Perhaps I should go too," he said.
You lifted your head and smirked at him. The excitement from your stolen kiss still coursed through you like some thoroughbred. You didn't want to rein it in. Not anymore.
"Perhaps you should stay," you said almost breathlessy.
"Violet...," he said uncertain.
"Come upstairs," you ordered him as you walked past him.
He raced to follow you up the grand staircase. You paused where the steps winded to the right, whipping around to grab his shirt. You yanked him to your lips and kissed him ferociously. That fire he wanted so badly was roaring uncontrollably. You would no longer try to contain it. You let it consume all of you.
Tom"s hands made to grab you but you pulled away before he could take hold. You flashed him a come hither smile and ran the rest of the way to the bedroom. Tom caught you as you made it through the threshold. He embraced you from behind with the strength of those muscular arms you so lusted over earlier. His warm lips wasted no time, traveling all along your neck with hunger. You spun around and slammed the door shut before pushing him against it. His breath escaped as the air was knocked from his lungs. Hastily you clawed at this trousers and shirt. The urge to have him inside of you was surmounting. Your unexpected aggression was a pleasant surprise, as evident of Tom's gorgeous grin.
"Darling, try not to rip anything," he cooed in a scolding tone. You stopped abruptly and looked him in the eye, then ripped his shirt open, sending buttons skipping across the floor.
"Oh dear," you gasped with mock regret, "was that an expensive shirt, Dutch?"
Tom's eyes narrowed and that devilish glint sparked behind them.
