Page 57 of Last Shot at Love

“Okay. Let’s do dinner. I’d like to show you off, too.” I kissed his cheek. “But I better get ready. It’s probably going to take two hours to get the tangles from my hair.”

“If it’s okay, I’d like to take a quick swim.”

“You don’t have to ask for permission, Cer. Enjoy your swim!”

I tried to push out of the swing, but his tentacle wrapped around my waist and pulled me back. Catching my face between his warm palms, he kissed me until I was breathless.

“What was that for?” I brushed my hand across his cheek.

“Just wanted you to have something to think about while I’m gone.”

I was ready to cancel our plans and eat him for dinner instead, but Cerulean’s tentacle lifted me to my feet. “Stop looking at me like that and go enjoy your shower.”

“But—”

He cut me off with a soft swat on the butt. “Be a good girl and go shower.”

Biting my lip, I reluctantly headed for the shower.

I was going to need a cold one.

Ninety minutes later, I stared at the full-length mirror. I hardly recognized myself. After years of downplaying my looks, this was the first time I’d taken the time to enhance my features.

A bit of contouring, highlighting, and a touch of blush showed off my high cheekbones. I’d gone with a smokey cat eye makeup, and it had done wonders to make my green eyes pop. The final touch had been the brilliant red lipstick for a pop of color.

I was wearing a floor-length, skin-hugging gown with a sweetheart bodice… except there was nothing sweet about it. Nope, this dress practically screamed ‘take me to bed for a good time.’

The dress was low-cut, and by low, I mean the fabric had a cutaway strip that traveled between my breasts, down my stomach, past my belly-button, down to my pelvic bone and only missed showing my privates by a mere three inches. Instead, it curved over to my right thigh and down to the floor.

I’d need to keep an eye on it to make sure it didn’t ride up throughout the evening if I didn’t want to flash anyone accidentally. Sparkling sheer mesh covered the exposed areas, but somehow that only seemed to draw the eye more than the bare skin would have.

The dress was sucking on to me with the ferocity of a starving vampire with their fangs in a vein. With it being so tight, I couldn’t wear any undergarments outside of pasties to cover my nipples.

A slit traveled from the floor to the top of my left hip, this side without the mesh covering. This allowed my black heels, with the thick black ribbons tied around my ankles, to play peek-a-boo when I moved.

It was the type of dress I never would’ve bought, and the only reason I owned it was because of the designer’s stubbornness. She created my tailored business suits and was constantly sneaking various garments into my wardrobe, hoping I’d wear them to the high-profile events I attended for business.

Never in a million years did I think I would wear this gown, and I’d laughed until my sides ached when I’d first found it in my closet.

But when I walked from the bathroom into the bedroom, Cerulean’s jaw dropped, and I was glad I’d impulsively packed it at the last minute.

“I have no words.” Cerulean’s voice was deeper than the Mariana Trench.

He must have showered on the patio, because he was dressed in a black tuxedo with a royal blue silk shirt beneath it. The color made his blue eyes pop… at least until they turned black and he stalked toward me.

The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, and his blonde hair was dry, but he’d left it down. He looked like he’d walked straight out of a high-end perfume ad.

With each slow step he took toward me, my heart banged harder against my ribs. I stepped backward, unable to stand still while a predator was coming, but came to a stop when my butt hit the wall.

Cerulean closed in on me, his body pressing hard against mine, crushing me between him and the wall. Catching my wrists with his left hand, he lifted them above my head.

I was pinned, and although I was strong, he’d already shown he had more than enough strength to restrain me if he wanted. He pressed his erection against my belly, letting me feel the effect I’d had on him.

“Maybe we should stay in after all.” Cerulean’s lips teased their way from my neck down toward my breasts.

I whimpered as his right hand slid up my bare left thigh and slipped beneath the dress. When his finger slowly pressed inside my entrance, my legs trembled and Cer’s left hand tightened around my wrists to help hold me upright.

“You’re so wet,” he purred, stroking and teasing.

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