At the end of our day, I’m relaxed and not sure I want to do anything beyond cuddling up with Landon for the evening. Before the driver delves into the garage below the building, Yolanda tells me, “I put the packages in your room. Jennifer will hold on to the white dress until you’re ready, so Landon doesn’t spot it. But she also told me to let you know you should look at other dresses, to make sure this is the one.” She pauses. “I know it’s not my place, but you looked beautiful in that dress.”
I smile at her. “Thank you. That means a lot.”
As Yolanda and I enter the apartment, I stop short. Landon is in his tuxedo. “Wow. You look good enough to eat.”
He grins. “I saw a few packages arrive from Nordstrom; I have a feeling Claire has corrupted you.”
“We picked out a couple new things for me. But I’ll never be the shopper she is.”
“We need to leave in a little over an hour.” He looks at me suggestively.
“I’ll be ready in time.”
I walk past him and pull out the dress for tonight. Jennifer included sexy lingerie for each outfit. Today’s dress calls for no bra, but she added petals, so if I’m cold, the high beams won’t be garnering all the attention.
I lean over the dress on the bed, but I sense the moment Landon enters the room. He pulls something out of the drawer as I’m struggling with the tag. I don’t want to pull it and risk a hole in my new dress. Suddenly, I feel his hands on me, plus a small vibration that he smooths over my skin.
I lean into him and moan. He reaches around to my mound.
“You’re so wet.”
“We can’t be late,” I breathe as I push into his hard cock, bound by his pants. He takes me by the hand into the bathroom, puts me on the counter, and inserts the egg-shaped vibe. My breath catches.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
He licks me from bottom to top, and between the vibe, his fingers, and his tongue, I’m over the edge quickly. He makes sure the vibrator stays in place.
“Are you going to make me wear this all night?” I stand, not sure what to do.
He picks up his phone and increases the speed.
I turn and grasp the counter to steady myself.
“I bet I could get you to do just about anything right now.” Landon licks the base of my neck.
I hold my breath as he reaches around me, applying a bit of pressure to my clit, and I moan his name so loud, I wouldn’t be surprised if the entire building heard me.
“You’re so sexy when you come.”
It takes a few minutes, but I finally come down from my bliss.
I turn and step into him. “I’m going to more than return the favor later tonight.”
He winks at me and swats my ass. “Get dressed and leave the egg vibe where it is. We need to go.”
My eyes go wide, but I pull my dress on, and we take the elevator to the garage with our team close at hand.
The traffic down Broadway is slow. There’s a long line of cars, and we all seem to be headed the same place.
“I thought this was supposed to be a quiet party,” I muse.
“It’s Caroline Arnault. I’m not sure she does quiet.”
When we pull up, Yolanda jumps out of the passenger side and opens the door. There’s a covered walkway, and we exit the vehicle and walk in.
Caroline greets us at the door, looking stunning in a navy blue, full-length sequined dress. “Welcome. Please come in. There are bars throughout, and appetizers being passed. Festivities should start soon.”
“Any spoilers about what’s going on?” I press.
She grins and shakes her head.
We walk in and find Claire talking to Viviana. I join them as Landon heads for the bar. Viviana reaches for my hand and evaluates my engagement ring. “That’s stunning.”
I smile. “Landon did good.”
“He’s a great guy. Now we need to find me a good guy.” She winks.
“Me, too,” Claire adds.
I feel a sudden vibration from the egg, and I hold my breath, waiting for the sensation to pass. “Anyone know what’s going on?” I manage.
Claire and Viviana shake their heads.
I smile and adjust my hips as the speed increases, deep inside me. I don’t know whether to kill Landon or thank him. My breathing becomes quietly labored as my orgasm hits.
“Are we taking bets?” Walker Clifton walks up and hands drinks to Claire and Viviana. Landon is just behind him with my drink and a devilish look. The vibe stops as suddenly as it started.
“This might throw off the paparazzi if Caroline and Mason are getting married tonight,” Viviana offers.
“How did everything shake out?” I hear Walker ask Landon in a low voice.
“Thanks for your help, man. I appreciate the stall until Jim’s team was able to find her.”
“No problem. Patel wasn’t pushing the grand jury very hard. I don’t think he would have gotten the green light to prosecute.”
It isn’t long before we’re moved into a large room. Mason stands in front of the group and addresses everyone. “We’re coming up on a year since the unfortunate event that took our beloved Cecelia Lancaster from us,” he says.
I never met Cecelia, but goosebumps cover my arms.
“Eight and a half weeks ago, my good friend Nathan Lancaster was arrested for his wife’s murder.”
The crowd shuffles, and it’s obvious no one here agrees with that turn of events.
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