“I want you to feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“Okay, then I will accept.”
****
“So, our friends are having this big thing going on.”
Suzy turned around to find Pixie standing in the back of the shop while she was going through orders. “What are you doing here? The shop isn’t even open.” She had to close due to the delivery, and several colleagues had phoned in sick. Most of the time Suzy was more than happy to watch the shop, and deal with the deliveries all on her own, but they were going through a season change. The extra help would have been appreciated. In the end, she’d had to close the doors to go through the supplies.
“You left your keys in my car?” He held her spare keys between his fingers, and heat filled her cheeks. The one night they were supposed to have spent together hadn’t exactly worked out as she planned. Pixie seemed to touch buttons she didn’t even realize that she possessed.
“You should have given them to me.” She took them back and stepped away from him.
“What’s wrong, my little virgin? Are you afraid?”
“Stop it.” When it came to Pixie, she was weak. He said all the right things, and made her want everything that she had once denied herself. Pixie was her addiction, and worse, he knew it. Three weeks she’d been sneaking around with him, and yet no one even had a clue that they were fucking every chance they got.
“Stop what? Stop tempting you? Stop teasing you?” He walked up behind her, gripping her neck, and tilting her head back. His lips covered hers in a searing kiss that had her pussy getting wet. “Stop making you so wet that you want to be fucked so hard?”
She pushed away from him, not having a clue where she found the strength.
“What do you want?”
“Do you want to go to Drake and Grace’s wedding with me?”
Suzy stared at him. “Why would we do that?”
“We’re fucking, Suzy. It’s only a matter of time before someone finds out.”
“Yet no one knows. Why ruin something that is working for us? Besides, there’s probably plenty of club women there.”
“I’m not fucking club women, Suzy.”
“What?”
“I’ve not touched any other woman but you since that first night. I want you to go to the wedding with me.”
Suzy was speechless. “I don’t want to ruin what we’ve got.”
“How is going to a wedding going to ruin that?”
She rubbed her temple. “I don’t know.”
“Then go with me.”
In that moment, she was tempted.
****
Grace wiped down the table in the clubhouse and pushed some hair off her face. She had gotten off work an hour ago and already cleaning. So far she and Drake hadn’t found anywhere to stay, which sucked. She didn’t want to stay at the clubhouse forever.
“You could leave it,” Cora said, coming downstairs looking like she had spent the whole morning fucking.
“I can’t leave it. Look, it’s a mess.”
“James would make the guys clean it. He’s not one for too much mess, or he’d hire one of those firms. You know the ones that clean.” Cora moved toward the kettle. “How are the wedding plans going?”
“Good, I think. Drake wants to have the wedding in the yard of the clubhouse.”