Page 179 of Bodyguard By Night

“Right.” I slid out of her with a groan. I’d be wearing her for the rest of the day, just like she’d be doing the same. I opened the door a crack and a hanger landed in my hand.

“Pervs.”

“You’re just mad Clay isn’t here.”

“Maybe. Still pervs.” She opened the dressing room next door. “And none of that business while I’m next to you.”

Chaos just giggled and turned with a wince. “The whole sex in a dressing room is a good idea in theory.” She waggled her eyebrows. “And in orgasm. But man.” She picked up her panties, currently a fashion accessory around her ankles.

I snatched them from her and stuffed them in my jeans.

“Ransom.”

I shrugged. “Not like you’re going to put them back on. This is a nice place, but they were still on the floor.”

She sighed. “No. Guess I’m just going to have to go out there and find something to wear. This skirt is a little too short to go commando.”

“Damn.”

She shook her head and kissed my cheek before slipping out of the room. “Uh, hi Em.”

I winced behind the door as the two women talked about dresses. We’d acted like a bunch of horny teenagers.

Not the first time either.

I got myself back to rights and realized I’d let her go out there without freaking being next to her.

So stupid. I’d allowed myself to get lax for a goddamn orgasm. An incredible one, but still.

I didn’t need to be in the dressing room to try on the jacket. I took the clothes and followed her. She glanced back at me, but she just smiled as she flicked through a rack of dresses.

I shrugged into the jacket, amazed that it fit since the last thing to mold to me that well was my dress uniform.

Chaos brushed by me with a little twirl, carrying a dress and a pair of very tiny panties.

I wasnotfollowing her back into that room.

“Looks great.” Em appeared again.

“I haven’t been to a tailor in a few years. You did better than him.” Of course, that suit had also contained Kevlar.

Maybe I should wrap Chaos in it. Then again, it wouldn’t stop a fucking Taser.

“You sure? Your face and shoulders say maybe I should go back to my checkout desk.”

I relaxed. “Sorry. Been a stressful week.”

Em laughed. “I would have thought you would be relaxed for at least a few minutes.”

My neck and ears burned. “About that—”

She waved me off. “This is the Cove. That kind of action seems to come with the territory. You two weren’t even the first. Or the second. Apparently, tuxedos are very…stimulating.”

“I don’t even know how to reply to that.”

She helped me out of the jacket. “I’ve learned to go with the flow. And I have very good clients.” She smoothed the jacket over her arm. “I’ll wrap up your tux. I added a third shirt in the pile just because I had to send the order out again.”

“Thanks.”

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