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I put both hands down, then I rip the dress off her body before she can move away. She’s so stunned she stands there, looking down at the material that’s now hanging offer her waist. I pull some more, and it falls to the floor. Leaving her in nothing but a black strapless bra and matching panties.

“That dress cost you eighteen hundred dollars, dummy,” she says. She picks up the torn fabric and tosses them to a corner. Then she runs from me, but only to the other side of the room. She looks around, probably realizing she’s trapped. She’s not about to give up, though. I walk slowly toward her, and she runs to the bathroom. I get there first, block her and wrap my hands around her wrists before slamming her body into mine.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I run my nose along the base of her neck. She smells intoxicating. If I could, I’d consume all of her. She doesn’t answer. I don’t think she can. “Who loves you?” I say against her lips, my words a mere whisper.

“You do,” she says. I kiss her slowly and gently. She molds into me. Her fingers slide in my hair, and they caress my scalp.

“Remember that.” I rip her panties and toss them to the side.

“Aiden!” I pull her bra down and her breasts spring free. Then I turn us around and put her against the door. I lift her off her feet, align at her entrance and sink into her. She throws her head back and moans. I fuck her hard against the door. I cradle the back of her neck and push her face close to mine. I kiss her as roughly as I fuck her. It doesn’t take her long to call out my name against my mouth and come on my dick. It doesn’t take me long either. Her orgasm brings forth my own. I pump into her one last time before releasing inside her tight pussy.

“You animal,” she pants minutes later. I let her down and evidence of our orgasm slides down her bare legs.

There is no time to sit by the pool to have coffee. After our quickie, she goes back downstairs while I shower. By the time I get downstairs, she is in the middle of the kitchen ordering the catering staff and the cook.

Our friends arrive soon after, and Jeannie decides she wants us to sit outside for breakfast. The boys jump into the pool about an hour later while the adults enjoy mimosas and conversation. Katherine texts me throughout, sending me videos and pictures of me and Jeannie. After having enough of her, I take off my shirt and dive into the pool with the kids. I chase them around for about half an hour until Jeannie approaches.

“What’s up?” I lean on the edge of the pool. I grab her ankle, but she moves out of my reach.

“Don’t even think about it,” she warns. “Tara and Vickie want to go shopping, and you need to leave for your afternoon practice soon,” she tells me.

I wink at her. “Thanks, baby. What time does the game start tonight?” I sigh and run a hand through my wet hair. “I don’t remember.”

“That’s not cute, man baby.”

“Your man baby,” I remind her. I reach for her ankle again and wrap my hand around it this time.

“Call Myra if that’s what you want,” she tells me. I pretend to mull it over. I even tap my chin with the index finger of my free hand.

“I should. I could be very happy with Myra. How solid are things between her and your father? And would you still be my bestie?” She rolls her eyes and tries to move away, but I tighten my hold around her ankle and start to pull her closer.

“I swear if you put me in that pool, I’ll drown you in it,” she threatens.

“I’m pretty sure I can overpower you with both hands tied behind my back. But tell me I’m your man baby and I won’t.” She purses her lips and crosses her arms. I start pulling.

“Fine. You’re my man baby.” I let her go, and she takes several steps back. She sticks her tongue out at me and says, “Jerk.”

She tells Vickie and Tara she’ll be right back, and she disappears inside the house. I finally pull myself out of the pool and tell the rest of our guests that they are welcome to hang out here for as long as they want while the ladies go shopping.

I find Jeannie a few minutes later in the bedroom looking down at her phone. My heart dips a little, assuming she’s reading an article about me and my family. Even though I’ve already told her, I don’t want her to find out this way. She’s so engrossed, she doesn’t react to my presence. I stand behind her and let out a breath of relief. She’s looking at her banking app.

“What are you doing?” I slap her ass, making her jolt. “Why are you staring at that so hard?”

“The fianceé of a billionaire and the wife of an NBA player want to go shopping with me. I don’t know where we’re going, but I’m going to assume it’s not the outlets.”

“I think that’s a fair assumption,” I tell her, not sure where she’s going with this conversation.

“So, I’m moving some money around. I figure I can buy at least one thing that’s not on the clearance rack like I normally do.” I have no idea what a clearance rack is, but I don’t say anything. I wrap my arms around her and bring her to my bare chest. “You’re all wet,” she says, but she makes no moves to leave my arms.

“You’re the one who’s going to be all wet.” I slide my hand up the slit of her dress and up her thigh. She turns around, gets on her toes, and kisses my lips.

“No time, baby. I don’t want another quickie. I want a longie, and you have to leave soon.”

I pull her close and grind against her.

“I have your longie right here, but right, no time.” I let her go and walk to the nightstand to pull out my wallet. “Take this.” I hand her my black American Express. She eyes it and shakes her head.

“I can’t take that.”

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