Page 84 of Crazy Rich Cajuns

He gave her a funny little smile with an expression that was full of emotions she couldn’t name.He nodded.“I’ll do that.”

“And nowyou’rethe one being romantic,” she told him, sliding her arms up and around his neck and pressing close to him.

“Huh.So we’re going to have to do dirty things to each other,” he said.He ran his hand down to her hip again.

Then lower to her thigh, rubbing over the soft fabric of her skirt.

This skirt was also longer, probably to help cover her leg tattoo.But she didn’t blame Maria.Eventually, she’d come around.Or she wouldn’t.Kennedy could wear longer dresses when she was here in Georgia with Bennett’s family.What she wore wasn’t who she was.She’d used her black clothing, tattoos, and piercings to make a statement after her years as a pageant queen.And she loved her combat boots.And tattoos.But she’d already realized this weekend that who she was could best be expressed in conversation and with ideas and with actions.She was a smart, passionate woman, who knew a lot about the bayou, loved Louisiana, and who could make people listen to her.She was also a woman who would step up and do what needed to be done even if the person she was helping didn’t deserve it right at that very moment.

Bennett started gathering her skirt up and Kennedy reached to help him.

He gave her a wicked grin as his hand found bare skin.He ran it up her thigh to her hip.

Where he discovered that no matter what her dress looked like and who picked it out, she was still going to do whatever she wanted deep down.

“No panties?”he asked, his voice a little growly.

Her nipples beaded at that tone and the look on his face.“Oh, oops.”

“Oops, my ass,” he said, definitely growly this time, just before he took her mouth in a hot, deep kiss.

As his tongue stroked hers and she lifted on tiptoe to get more fully against him, he slid his hand to cup her, sliding a finger deep, with no warning.Not that she needed any.She was already wet andneededthat finger right there.He pumped deep, then rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clit.She gripped the sleeves of his shirt and took a quick deep breath.

When she had her bearings again, kind of, Kennedy slid her hands down his sides, feeling the hard planes of his torso behind the expensive fabric of his black dress shirt.She ran one hand down over the front of his fly, relishing the hard steel of his cock behind the black dress pants, too.Sliding her hand up and down, she breathed in deeply of his cologne, and though she couldn’t see them with her eyes closed and his mouth doing delicious things to hers, she pictured the black shoes.Theshinyblack shoes.

“You should know better than to wear dress clothes to a crawfish boil,” she told him, as he slid his mouth to her neck and she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and slid her hand in against hot, hard man.

“These are my backyard party dress clothes,” he teased.

“I’ve seen you in jeans and T-shirts,” she told him, ending with a little gasp as he curled his finger just right.“I know you can pull that off.”

“Well, this is a pretty fancy dress you’ve got on, too,” he told her.

“Yeah, if you tell my family I wore this to eat crawfish, I’ll deny it.And make you pay.”

He chuckled, rubbing a lazy circle over her clit.“We’ll keep each other’s secret then, okay?”

She lifted her head from where it had tipped back against the bricks and met his eye.“We’ve got each other’s backs.”

“We do,” he agreed sincerely.

“Great.”She squeezed his cock and then gave it a long stroke.“Now get me off so I can get back to the party.”

He groaned.And did exactly as she asked.She came hard and fast as he whispered dirty, romantic things in her ear.She reciprocated.And then covered for him when he slipped into the house to change his pants.

Fortunately, like any good, nerdy politician, he had plenty of black dress pants in his closet.

“I honestly don’t knowhow any of you keep getting elected.”

Everyone at their end of the table, that was now devoid of crawfish and instead set with plates that had only remnants of the peach pie and Bananas Foster, looked at Kennedy.

She was sitting back in her chair next to Bennett.Their fingers were linked between them and she couldn’t remember a time she’d felt so contented.Even in Autre.That was home and she always felt contentment sitting around with her family by the water after a great meal.But this was different somehow.Being with her family, who loved her unconditionally, was one thing but being accepted into a new group that was just getting to know her, was something else.It gave her a sense of accomplishment.Or something.That wasn’t quite the right word, but she felt like a success here.These people didn’t have to like her or listen to her.But they did and were.

The man across from her and Bennett was Michael Elbert, the Mayor of Savannah.He laughed.“What do you mean?”

“I’m just sitting here listening to you all talk and you have almost nothing in common with the people who elect you and who you represent,” Kennedy said, lifting her shoulder.“I don’t understand why they keep voting for you all.I mean, you’re nice enough,” she added quickly.“You’re clearly smart and, I assume, you actually want to do good things for your cities and states.”She glanced around the table.She wasn’t just referring to Mayor Elbert with this observation.Somehow all of the politicians in the group, along with Teddy, had ended up down here.“But you have no idea what it’s like to just be a normal person.”

“So what’s it like to be a normal person in the small towns on the bayou?”Governor Ray asked.

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