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“Really, Stacy, Ivy isn’t holding a grudge.”

“Okay,” I reply, but I know my voice betrays my discomfort.

I wind up choosing the first dress on the pile, a short-sleeved black dress that doesn’t have a whole lot of embellishments, just some pretty black buttons and eyelets around the hem. It’s sweet, kind of flirty. It fits me pretty well. In contrast to the demure dress, I try on the super sexy black and gold heels and Bailey tells me I’m brave, that she loves them but can barely walk in them. I illustrate that I, too, can barely walk in them, but she tells me that if I wear those she’ll wear heels the same height tonight.

I’m pondering this and am about to switch to the lower sandals, when Greyson appears and stumbles. He grips the door frame, and his jaw drops as the silver of his eyes glows.

Bailey laughs. “Well then…” She lets that hang, her voice full of innuendo.

“Go home, Bailey,” he says.

She laughs harder and gathers up the other dresses and shoes. “See you there,” she says.

“Maybe,” Grey puts in.

Heat creeps up my cheeks as my panties become saturated.

“Thank you, Bailey,” I say.

“See you there,” she repeats, giving her brother a stern look. “This party will be good for Stacy. Make sure you come.”

“Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out,” Grey waves dismissively without looking at her while prowling toward me.

I back up and lose my balance, but conveniently land on the bed. Grey pounces, hands gliding up under the skirt and gripping my panties, peeling them down to my knees.

“Undo my fly, wife,” he commands.

I gladly comply.

“Good girl. Take my cock out and get it inside you.”

I do as I’m told, fisting his thick, well-veined, erection.

“I wanna see action but I wanna hear you, too,” he informs.

“Okay,” I whisper.

“You aren’t pissed I left you with Tyson?” he asks, grabbing the panties at my knees and shoving them the rest of the way off.

“I… uh… a little.” My heart is now pounding really fast. Probably because I’m not just aroused but also admitting I was a little upset that he did that.

“Not gonna pick a fight about it?” He quirks up his eyebrows.

I shake my head, unable to fathom the notion of picking a fight with him. Why would I want to fight with him?

He smiles wide.

“Likin’ my life, babe. Like a lot the fact that I don’t have a mate looking to bust my chops, but you got every right to speak upif something’s bothering you. I didn’t mean to leave you feeling uncomfortable. Didn’t realize it until I walked away. Ty’s part of the council, part of the pack, and someone very important to me so it was natural for me to leave you in his care when the threat of your brother looms. It seemed like you two cleared the air so that’s good, yeah?”

I blow out a hard exhale and nod a little.

He traces my hairline with his fingertips affectionately. “Honest, it wasn’t my plan.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Tonight you’ll feel better after having cleared the air in general. We can get on with life.”

“Wyatt notwithstanding,” I mutter.

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