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Shawn clearly had no problems keeping it casual. He was a goddamn pro, actually. So she took a deep breath and made a mental note to call Charlie later to discuss whatever weird situationship she’d gotten herself into, and started eating the finger sandwiches.

“Sun’s setting soon,” Shawn said, grabbing a sandwich and stuffing it into his mouth in one bite. “Should probably start heading back.”

Willa nodded, eating silently as she pondered how much longer she could pretend she didn’t have feelings for this man.

22

“Where’d you go, darlin’?”

Willa pulled herself out of her stupor and looked over at Ida, who was staring at her expectantly.

“Sorry, Grams,” she said. “Just thinking.”

About her grandson.

About the way he seemed to anticipate her every need.

About the perfect day they’d had on the boat together.

About the way it felt when he was inside her, trying to hold off an orgasm so she could finish first.

It’d been a few days since their boat trip, and like clockwork, Shawn had kept coming over every night to fish off the wharf. Of course, the amount of time they spent actually fishing had become less and less. Lately, they’d only lasted about 15 minutes before Willa dragged Shawn into the house and had her way with him.

Over.

And over.

And over.

That man had stamina, and Willa was all too pleased to take advantage.

“Well, I was saying that the Bingo Ball is next week, and I hope you have a nice dress picked out,” Ida said.

Willa bit back a laugh. “How nice? I have a few sundresses I was thinking about.”

Grams gasped and frowned. “Only wear a sundress if you want to embarrass yourself. This is the biggest event of the year. People go all out for it. And the invitation specifically states that it’s Black tie. Don’t make me regret putting you on the guest list.”

“So you’re the reason I got invited?”

“Of course, honey. Keep up. Now, what are we going to do about your outfit?”

Willa sighed. “I’ll figure something out.”

She made a mental note to talk to Charlie about ordering a few dresses from Rent the Runway for the event.

Ida huffed. “You’d better. Shawn will be wearing a tux, and I had a dress custom made for this event.”

Willa’s heart sped up. “Shawn’s going?”

“Seems that way. He asked to come with me, though God only knows why. He hates dressing up. Every year, he comes up with an excuse not to come with me. Not this year, though.”

The thought of Shawn in a tux made Willa sweat. She wondered if she could convince him to come over after the Bingo Ball and wear his tux while he fucked her with his tongue. She shook her head, trying to focus on the conversation with Ida.

“My friend, Charlie, is coming to town next weekend,” she said. “She’ll be coming to the Bingo Ball with me.”

“Better make sure she knows the dress code,” Ida muttered.

“I’ll call her today and we’ll figure it out,” Willa said. “Promise.”

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