Page 91 of A Little Naughty

Nikki was worried about leaving Porkchop, but I assured her he’d be fine. He’s like me—we’re not so far removed from our old life that we don’t remember it.

As for me, not much has changed other than I walk to work these days, and I go to bed and wake up with the most beautiful girl in the world in my arms. I want to give her everything. I don’t want her to worry about anything, but Bull’s appearance today put me on guard.

My old life is never too far away.

Going to where I stashed my bag on the very top shelf in the laundry room, I pull it down and remove the leather case holding my Glock. I haven’t used it since the day Jemima and I went hunting, and I don’t like having it out now.

Still, I check it to be sure it’s loaded then lock it up in its case again before returning it to the top shelf. I’m just entering the living room when she steps out of our bedroom, and I stop in my tracks.

The black lace of her dress wraps around her body in a design that just covers her private parts. It stops at the top of her thighs, and the sheer overlay hangs to the floor. A sheer lace mask is over her eyes, and her red lips are full and pouty.

She takes my breath away.

“Do you like it?” She does a little turn, and I slide my hand down the front of my pants to calm my dick.

Closing the space between us, I tilt her face up to meet my eyes. “You are so beautiful. I really like this mask.” I slide my finger along the sheer black lace.

“Thank you, Mr. Jones.” A naughty glint is in her eyes. “We have the house to ourselves tonight.”

I exhale a breath, shaking my head. “How long do we have to stay at this thing?”

She laughs, going to the kitchen counter and lifting what looks like a black silk scarf. “This is for you.”

Walking to where she stands, I turn my back. “Help me with it.”

Her sweet jasmine scent surrounds me when she lifts her arms and ties the mask over my eyes. It reminds me of our first night together, showering together. It feels so long ago, but it was only a few weeks.

When I turn around to face her, her eyes widen, and her cheeks flush a pretty pink. “You look really good.”

A grin lifts my lips. “I guess we’re learning something new.”

“Masks are sexy? Is that new?”

Reaching out, I pull her to me, leaning down to trace my nose along the top of her forehead, along the line of her hair and down to her ear. “My new wife is sexy.”

Her shoulder shivers, and I’m ready to ditch this gala.

“We’d better go,” she sighs. “I’m afraid if we stay here much longer, we won’t make it, and I told Piper I’d cover the late shift for her.”

“Damn.” I thread her fingers in mine, lifting my jacket off the back of the chair. “Maybe we can find a coat closet at the distillery.”

“A vacant office.” Her heels click on the wood as she follows me out the door.

It’s the first time I’ve driven my bike in a week. Jemima has a better helmet now, and I wait for her to tie her long hair in a scrunchie before securing it on her head.

“Good thing I didn’t plan an elaborate updo.” She grins at me from behind the visor, and she’s too cute. “Monay would not do well on a bike.”

“She’d have to rethink that wig.” I tease, giving the starter a kick.

“It would be a real test of her commitment to the relationship.” Her arms are around my waist, and I lean back to kiss her cheek.

“I’d let you win.”

Her face presses to my shoulder, and we cruise out of the parking lot, following the road out to the narrow highway leading to the distillery.

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The parking lotis packed when we arrive. Twinkle lights and beads fill the small trees, and music echoes across the fields from the live band.

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