Page 43 of The Season of Secrets

“The second we’re through the door.”

“And tomorrow?”

“Whenever you want.” I drop a kiss on her lips, careful not to ruin her lipstick even though I wish I could slide my tongue through her lips and smear it everywhere. “You tell me when.”

She wraps her arms around me and pushes her face into my neck. “All I have to say is jump, huh?” she jokes, letting her tongue dart out to lick my jaw.

“How high?” I grunt as I stroke my thumb over her clit and she gasps.

“Oh God.” She moans and then she shudders. I take my hand off the wall and wrap it around her as she shakes in my arms. “Wes, right there!” she whines.

She finally stops convulsing and I pull my fingers from her and push them into my mouth. We share a smile before she begins picking up her clothes. I help her into them and pick up the shoes to carry them to the counter. She hands me my card as we leave the dressing room. “Thank you by the way.”

“For the orgasm?” I ask her and she rolls her eyes.

“No, if anything, you should be thankingmefor that,” she says with a sexy smirk.

“You want me to thankyoufor giving you an orgasm?”

“Yes, because I think you enjoy mine more than I do,” she jokes and I swat her ass even though she’s not far off from the truth on how much I enjoy making her come. I put the shoe boxes on the counter and hand the associate my card. “I meant thank you for the shoes,” she tells me and nods towards the door, “and everything else.”

I cup her face and press my lips to hers. “Of course,” I whisper against her lips, and when I turn back to the associate, she’s looking at us with the dreamiest look.

“You guys are just so cute.” She beams. “How long have you been together?”

Raegan’s eyes flit away from her to me, probably wondering what I want to say. I rub my thumb just under her lip to where I actually did smear her lipstick a little. “A while,”I say, with my eyes still trained on Raegan.

Which in my eyes is not a lie.

It’s nearing seven and I’m almost finished getting ready. I had to banish Wes to the other bathroom because I wasn’t getting anything done with the way he was pawing at me. I didn’t like getting dressed until last, and he was proving that he couldn’t be around me while I was doing my hair and makeup. I was just in my bra and underwear because I’d forgotten the silky robe I usually wear and he’d tried to take my panties off twicewhile I was holding my curling wand!

It’s a wonder I didn’t burn either of us.

I’m finally done with my hair and touching up my makeup, after putting a little bit more time into everything tonight and pull out the dress I found while I was out earlier. It’s sexier and shorter than what I usually wear but Miami is another world and I would probably still be the most covered person out tonight. It’s a lime green satin dress with a completely open back that comes to mid-thigh. It shows a hint of cleavage, but I’m mostly covered there sinceeverywhere elseis exposed. The shoes I had matched perfectly, are open-toed and tied around my ankle.

I look at myself in the mirror and am a little shocked at the woman looking back at me.Holy fuck.

I know that I have a nice body but I rarely show this much of it. The most I’ve ever shown was during dance performances and that was only for four minutes a week.

I turn to look at myself in the mirror from all angles. “Wes!” I call for him and I smell his sexy cologne before he even walks into the room.

“You rang—” His voice cuts off and he stops in his tracks. I’ve never seen someone so obviously eye fuck someone but I might as well be naked with the way he’s looking at me. “Holy fuck.” He reaches for my hand and spins me around. “Oh my God. You’re trying to kill me. Or you’re trying to get someone killed because I will murder anyone that looks at you sideways.”

A chuckle leaves my lips and I turn to look at him.“So, I look okay then?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Okay? Raegan…I have three degrees and I don’t even know what word explains how gorgeous you look.” His hands find the side of my dress. “Are you wearing underwear?”

I nod. “Of course. Do you see how short this dress is?”

“Okay, thank fuck.” He lets out a breath. “I need a drink.” He walks away from me and I follow behind him.

“Wait, me too!”

I follow him to the bar area and watch him pour some whiskey in a glass. He downs it in one gulp. “Did they have that in other colors?”

I look down. “I think black…?”

“Go back and get it. Get it in every color. Get this color again too, because I might destroy this getting it off of you later.” He traces the strap on my shoulder. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”

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