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“Whatever I can talk you into. He also mentioned he’s a ‘jealous bastard’ and besides lingerie and a few… select pieces, he prefers your professional style but just wants to upgrade the quality and cut.”

Her answer appeased me, and I stood to shake her hand. “Alright, I can live with that. I’m Luna Cross.”

She grinned and returned my handshake, then closed the door and locked it behind her. "Strip first so I can get accurate measurements. You’re not an emaciated stick, and with your bone structure and those green eyes, it’ll be a pleasure to cloth you.”

A few days later, clothes and shoes started arriving at the house. At first, it was fun to try on the clothes and see what Aida had picked out, but after the third enormous delivery, the novelty quickly wore off.

“I’m sending some things back, and there’s no way I can wear all this,” I informed her over the phone.

She laughed. “Even though you two haven’t been married long, you seem to know each other well. Roman warned me this would be your reaction, but let me explain a few things.”

“I’m listening.”

“The partners are some of my richest clients, and Roman isloaded. You’ll soon be a full-fledged attorney, and clothes and style are a big part of that. Lean into it.”

“Aida, I understand and don’t disagree. But I’m… overwhelmed by the sheer volume.”

“Fine, I’ll slow it down and if something doesn’t fit or you truly don’t like it, send it back. A few times a month, I’ll pick up those items and drop off a few new things. We’ll get into a rhythm. Trust me.”

I stood in our closet a few weeks later, staring at racks of beautiful, expensive new clothes. Roman walked in, and I turned to him. “Do you remember when you bought me that shimmery white gown for a charity event a while back?”

Roman’s mouth tipped up. “I do, and I’d still like to see you in it.”

“And do you remember what I told you about buying me clothes?”

He smirked and walked over, wrapping his arms around me. “Why do I feel there’s no right answer here?”

My lips quirked. “Because you’re smart, but you never listen.”

He bent down and sniffed my neck. “You were my intern, now you’re mywife, and I do listen to you, especially when you’re making those sexy little whimpers while I’m–”

I put my hand over his mouth. “If you start with the dirty talk, we’ll never make it to Ezra’s house for dinner. It also pains me to say this, but thank you for the clothes. Now I just need Aida to stop sending me things.”

Ezra had invited us to a Monday night dinner. He didn’t hold them every week anymore, but when he did, he expected me to be there. Today, he’d specifically asked that I bring Roman along.

I picked out an emerald-green maxi dress that had been delivered a few days ago. Along with the dress, a slew of delicious silky underwear and lingerie had also arrived.

Stripping off my robe, I slid into a lavender thong and matching sheer lace bra.

He watched me dress with hooded eyes. “We might have to be late,” he murmured as his hot gaze trailed down my body.

I held up a silky lavender sash that had come with the lingerie and turned to him. “What’s this for?”

He grinned wickedly. “It’s a blindfold or tie to use while you’re wearing that lingerie.” Roman fingered the strap on my lavender thong. “Or nothing at all.”

With that bit of information, I stuffed the cloth back into the drawer and held up my hands. “If you touch me, we’ll be late.”

“I can do quick and dirty.” He ran his finger over the swell of my breast, then leaned in and followed its trail with his tongue. My head fell back, and he wedged his thigh between my legs. “Is that a yes, Sweetness? You look like a fucking wet dream, and I want to tie your arms, bend you over the bench, and fuck you like you’re a porn star in a low-grade production.”

I let out a low moan and rode his thigh while he reached into the drawer and pulled out the silk tie. We walked into Ezra’s house a half hour late, and I still had Roman’s semen seeping out of me.

“Sorry we’re late,” I called out as we rounded the doorway into his dining room. When I glanced over and saw who sat next to Ezra at the table, my breath whooshed out of me, and I stopped short. Roman felt my body lock and grasped my hips, gently nudging me to the side so he could stand beside me.

I barely registered the others sitting around the table, or the uncharacteristic quiet in the room. The woman sitting next to Ezra looked older than I remembered, but she was still striking as she gazed haughtily at us. She styled her dark brown hair differently now, but the woman looked like an aged version of me. Mymothersat next to Ezra at the table.

Chapter 35

Luna

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