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As I turned away from him, Dallas rushed up behind me, sliding his hands around my belly, one moving up to roll and massage my breast through my bra while the other slipped under my unbuttoned jeans and into my panties.
“Don’t act like I don’t impress you, sweet girl. Your body speaks volumes.” His warm breath caressed the side of my neck as I felt his finger glide through my soaked center. “I can hear her screaming for me right this very second.”
A moan escaped my lips as I dropped my head back against his shoulder, enjoying the sensation and craving more.
“Don’t tease me when you know we don’t have the time for it.”
“There’s always time for a quick fuck with you.” He murmured as his lips trailed down the side of my neck and across my shoulder, peppering kisses along every inch of my flushed skin.
“You say that now, but just wait until you make me fail my test all for aquick fuck.” I didn’t even want to think about the consequences.
Dallas had intentionally left them vague, and I believed it was for good reason, refusing to question otherwise.
But the minor details didn’t matter.
I would pass my test.
Be the wife he deserved, and be the woman I had always wanted to be—one with control and power unlike any other.
“I hate when you’re right…” Dallas pulled his hand away, and I sighed at the loss of his touch, wishing we had more time. “I suppose I’ll just have to make sure that once this is all over, you get the best fuck you’ve ever had—explosive orgasms and all.” He pressed a soft kiss to the side of my cheek before releasing his hold on me and exiting the closet. “Ready when you are, wifey.”
If only he knew just how ready I was.
Chapter 26
Bria
Thesunhadalreadyset as we pulled into Stardust's underground parking ramp.
Dallas wore dark, loose-fitting, ripped jeans, a plain white T-shirt accentuating his toned torso, and a black leather biker jacket.
Before he bombarded me in the closet, I already had on my jeans, so I matched his style by throwing on a silky white tank top, the lace fabric brightening up my favorite dark denim. The deep V of my neckline gave a subtle tease of my bra, which paired perfectly with my charcoal black moto jacket.
Our outfits mirrored each other—even down to the Louboutin shoes.
We were the perfect, picturesque couple that emanated—the couple that slays together, stays together—energy.
And honestly, I fuckingloved it.
Once parked, my husband rushed to the car’s passenger side, opened the door, and presented a hand for me to take.
“Such a gentleman. I didn’t realize that murder made you so civilized.”
“If only you knew just how much of a turn-on the image of you killing someone was. I won’t be actingcivilizedin the slightest tonight. I love an unhinged, beautiful woman.” Dallas kissed the back of my hand as I stood from the McLaren, and I felt my face flush with adoration.
“Here, put this in your ear. This is how we’ll communicate once inside the Casino and club.”
Turning my hand over, he placed a tiny earbud, the size of a dime, into my palm. Without question, I inserted it into my right ear, fixing my hair to conceal it.
My assigned target was a hotel guest staying at Stardust who held a private VIP reservation at Essence this evening.
Essence was known for being a very popular nightclub situated halfway down the strip—a prime location forfun, with its VIP services contributing to its long history of being more provocative.
The MUR owned and operated the club, and apparently, this specific guest had rubbed too many of its staff the wrong way—deliberately.
Dallas rested his hand in the small of my back as we exited the elevator and confidently strolled our way through the casino floor toward the club.
I swallowed my anxiety as we approached the main entrance to Essence. The long, deep indigo curtains, sparkling with thousandsof tiny crystals embedded in the sheer fabric, were draped closed for privacy.
