Wes shoved the door out of their way in his quest for her bedroom.
“Guilty as charged.”
EPILOGUE
One Year Later...
“COME HERE, BABY.”
Vivienne smiled to herself as Wes stepped close behind her and dropped a kiss to her exposed shoulder.
“You know I don’t know which one of us you’re talking to when you say that, right?”
His arms came around her to cradle the six months’ worth of baby bump she’d crammed into a red floor-length gown to celebrate the official launch of Wes and AJ’s new joint venture, DBS Security.
“I was talking to the kid. But since you’re here, too, what do you say we get out of here?”
“This is your party,” she reminded him, motioning toward the glittering crowd schmoozing in Liam Kearney’s palatial Beverly Hills mansion. “The who’s who of the wealthy business elite are here to celebrate, and be wooed by, you. Look. There’s Aidan Beckett, right over there. I thought it was your mission in life to land him as a client.”
Wes tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer so her back was laminated to the front of him. “I mean, I probably shouldn’t show AJ up at our launch party by scoring a bigger client than her. Especially not in her own house.” He nuzzled her ear, and her knees went a little woozy. “I’ll get Kaylee to introduce me to him next week, at Max and Emma’s engagement party.”
“Prioritizing getting laid over getting clients?” Vivienne’s head lolled back against his shoulder as he worked his lips down her neck. “That can’t be good for business.”
“True, but if we stay and I have to explain DBS stands for ‘don’t be sloppy’ to one more person, I might lose it, and that won’t be good for business either. I never should have let AJ name the company.” Wes’s hand slipped up her torso, skating dangerously close to her breast, making her crave more pressure there.
“So how about you save me from myself and we go check out how swanky Kearney’s bathroom is?”
Vivienne feigned shock, even as the promise of sex slid along her spine and pooled low in her gut. “You want to have your way with me while my boss is right over there?”
Wes followed her gaze toward Max Whitfield. His dark head was bent close to his fiancée’s blond one. An intimate smile dawned on Emma’s face in response to whatever he’d said, and she reached up and wrapped her fingers around the man’s tie, tugging him even closer.
“Yeah, he definitely gives a shit that I’m dying to ravage you. Those two are going to beat us to the upstairs bathroom if we don’t get a move on.” His voice rumbled through her, and she couldn’t quite hold back her moan as he caught the edge of her earlobe between his teeth and gave it a slight tug.
“Like you’re going to be able to lift me onto the counter,” she teased, turning to face him and looping her arms around his neck. “Though I suppose the slit in this dress is immodest enough that we could make doggy-style work.”
His eyes darkened at the suggestion. “And I thought you were horny before you got pregnant.” His large palm landed with a muted smack on the curve of her ass.
Her smile was decadent. “I could say the same about you.”
Wes stepped back from her, cocking an eyebrow in invitation. “Come with me? I promise to make it worth getting fired for.”
God. All he had to do was look at her, and her body turned hot with longing. Would she ever not want this man?
With a furtive glance, Vivienne slipped her hand into his, letting him tug her along in his wake, through the glittering crowd and up the stairs. The bright chatter and pulsing music muted instantly when Wes pushed the bathroom door shut behind them.
The click of the lock sent a ripple of anticipation across Vivienne’s skin.
“Not bad.” Wes pulled out his phone, sending a cursory look around the exquisite fixtures and high-end finishings as he thumbed the screen. He glanced over at Vivienne and stowed the device back in his pocket.
“I mean, it’s no Señor Taco’s—” he stripped off his suit jacket and laid it on the countertop “—but I think we can make it work. C’mere, you.”
He pulled her close, seducing her with a deep, drugging kiss as he worked her dress up her thighs.
“Mmmm.” She smiled when he finally let her up for air. The hem of her gown had migrated all the way to her waist. “You’re in a hurry tonight.”
“Because it drives me crazy when you wear red,” he confessed, voice rough with arousal.
“And I can’t wait to be inside you,” he added, turning so that she was flanked by his big body and the bathroom vanity.
Without warning, her feet left the ground, and she gave a startled gasp as Wes lifted her onto the bathroom vanity, her hands grasping at his shoulders to steady herself at the sudden movement. His jacket was warm beneath her bare thighs.
“Also, we’ve got about six minutes, tops, before AJ figures out what I just did to the security camera in the hallway, so we need to get this show on the road.”
Vivienne was still laughing as she wound her arms around her husband’s neck and pulled him close.
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