Page 66 of Hyde and Seek

Surprisingly, I wasn’t nervous. I wasn’t obsessing and doubtful as I overanalyzed every last detail. I didn’t even have my usual indecision about what I was going to wear.

Remembering Jake’s words earlier, I slipped on blue lace panties and a garter with back seamed thigh highs. When I put on my favorite dress, I loved the way it felt and knew I’d made the right choice.

With its retro rockabilly vibe, the dark blue dress stopped above my knees and fit like a second skin. A thick, black halter strap led down to its square neckline and a matching wide black band went around the waist.

I put on my black heels and sat carefully on the edge of my bed to tie their blue ribbons around my ankles. I moved slowly as I tried not to fall over, smother myself with my cleavage, or split the dress apart in a girly impression of the Hulk.

I hummed softly as I applied my makeup with steady hands, using lavender and gray eye shadow and a few coats of mascara for romantic smoky eyes. I left my hair down but added soft waves to it.

As I walked into the living room, I congratulated myself on having my head together.

I’m so steady I’m a rock. I’m a woman that has it going on. I can have my cake and eat it too. I’m like one of the ladies in feminine product commercials. I can play tennis, go swimming, ride a—

A knock at the door interrupted the inappropriate ending to my thoughts. When I opened it to Jake, I was no longer a rock.

I was mush.

Instead of his usual t-shirt, he was wearing a tailored black suit coat with an untucked dark gray button down. The jacket did amazing things for his already broad shoulders and the colors made his eyes more vibrant.

His dark wash jeans were a slimmer fit than he normally wore, but still hung low on his hips. I knew if his shirt was lifted, the indentation of his pelvic muscles would be on full display for me.

Not that I have sex on the brain or anything.

Piper, you’re gawking. Say something!

“Hi,” I breathed.

“Fuck,” Jake growled, pulling me to him.

His mouth crashed down on mine. I could feel his hard cock, sending a fresh wave of arousal through me.

I didn’t care that if we kept going I’d need to change my panties. Or that I was making out with a guy in my wide, open doorway for the neighbors to see.

I just didn’t want to stop.

Which was why I whimpered when he pulled away and handed me a bouquet of semi-crushed flowers.

“Think it goes without sayin’, sweets, but I’ll do it anyway. You look fuckin’ gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” I panted, still breathless.

I walked into the kitchen to grab a vase and tried to think of something to say that didn’t sound like corny small talk.

As I arranged the flowers, Jake pressed in close behind me, his arms going to either side of me as his hands gripped the counter’s edge.

“Who’re those from?” he asked, indicating the other bouquet.

My breath hitched as I felt his rough scruff on my shoulder. “A thank you from a client.”

“Hmm. Gotta leave for dinner,” he whispered in my ear, his lips teasing as they grazed.

“Mmhhmm.”

“Don’t wanna go. I’d rather stay here and eat you ‘til you scream.”

I made a soft whimper from deep in my chest, my knees nearly buckling.

“Let’s go before I change my mind,” he said with a wicked grin as I turned around.

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