Page 98 of Tempting God

“You definitely have a breeding kink.”

I stand and can feel our juices soaking into my panties.

“Don’t even think about changing your underwear.”

“You’re not the one who has to walk around in them all night.” I give him a cheeky smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll still have a cream pie even if I change.”

He groans. “Fuck. That’s something I never thought I’d hear you say. It’s sexy as hell.”

“What? Cream pie?”

He nods. “My favorite dessert.”

I snort, unable to stop. “I have a book you might like, then. It’s called His Holiday Treat.”

“You and your books. Text me the name and I’ll check it out.” He gives me a long look. “Go and change your panties. I’ll let Hendrix know we’re on our way down.”

I’m smiling as I grab a new pair of panties and go to the bathroom. After, I go to the sink to wash my hands. When I look at myself in the mirror, I feel beautiful.

Grant is waiting for me in the living room.

“Ready?”

“I am.”

Hendrix waits for us outside of our door and leads the way to the waiting SUV. The ride across town takes about an hour, but it’s to be expected in Dallas traffic on a Friday night.

I ask Grant, “Did Somya send over a schedule for the fundraiser?”

I’ve learned there’s always a schedule, even at informal events.

Grant says, “When we get there, we’re supposed to go straight to the dance floor for one dance. Then we can sit at our table while approved donors are brought to us to talk. I’ll give my speech at ten and then more dancing.” He gives me a wry smile. “It’s going to be a while before I get my dessert.”

“Poor boy. Are Hannah and Brooks coming?”

He shakes his head. “Brooks is scared to let Hannah out of the house right now. He’s afraid she’s going to go into premature labor.”

“An understandable fear.”

“Indeed.”

We arrive at the hotel where the fundraiser is being held. It’s owned by the Brotherhood, so I’m not surprised when I spot some of their security detail. I’m also not shocked to see Hendrix directing security guards hired by Grant.

“Are you ready to stun the good people of Dallas, Mrs. Carter?”

“I am.”

Hand-in-hand, we make our way into the hotel. Somya and Corbin greet us, leading the way to the ballroom. People clap as we make our way to the dance floor. Grant pulls me into his arms and the music starts.

“You’re such a wonderful dancer,” I say as we spin.

I’ve told him before, but it’s the truth. He’s light on his feet and has no problems leading.

“You make it easy, dear wife.”

I’m smiling as we make our next turn. My gaze lands on Charles and Aimée, who stand near the wall.

As we spin away, I say to Grant, “I didn’t know my cousin was going to be here tonight.”

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