Page 115 of Unbreakable
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“Wow, J.”
She sat on the pouf in the middle of our outrageous walk-in closet, bending to fasten the strap on some very expensive heels. The dress was also of note, showing off Jeannie’s va-va-voom curves without being too revealing. My eyes traveled over her, especially enjoying how her cleavage poured out the top of the dress when she bent to buckle her shoes.
“You weren’t supposed to see me yet,” Jeanine said, looking at me from under her lashes.
I leaned on the door frame. “Maybe I like watching you put the shoes on. Are those the kind with the red bottoms?”
Jeanine stood with a giggle, kicking up a heel. “Mmhmm. How do I look?”
I reached for her, clutching her waist and pulling her close. “It’s gonna be everything I can do not to fuck you before we’re back home.” My lips skimmed her throat, her nipples visibly hardening. I could see all the way down her dress from my vantage point, and good god, did she look amazing.
“You could do it now,” she hummed.
My stomach dropped and my cheeks heated. “With the babysitter downstairs?”
She patted my cheek. “Ooh, does that stir you up?”
“It just feels so . . . uncivilized.” I nuzzled her nose.
“You like uncivilized,” she cooed.
“I do. But I need to build the suspense on this one,” I said. “It’s like having Christmas without Christmas Eve otherwise.”
She stepped back and looked me up and down. “You look amazing too, babe. Not your usual suit.”
I popped my thumbs under the lapels, the ornately decorated blue silk shining in our closet light.
Her face fell. “I’m still worried about leaving Grey.”
I rubbed her arm. “I know. Meghan’s good with them, though, and his meds are keeping him comfortable. I already gave him his night dose and locked up the rest.”
Jeanine nodded. “Thank you. It’s just weird to leave him and go do something fancy after all that.”
“I know. But I think we owe it to ourselves.”
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”
“Nope. Still a surprise. But the outfits will definitely work with it.”
Jeannie laughed, the berry color of her lipstick catching my eye. “This is Columbus. I bet people will be there in jeans.”
I snuck up behind her and whispered in her ear, swatting her butt. “Then you can stun them with how gorgeous you are. Come on, we’ll be late.”
“Mommy! You look so pretty!” Alice shouted when we came down the steps.
“Do we get to eat ice cream?” Greyson whined, asking the truly important question.
Jeannie grinned. “Whatever Miss Meghan says is fine with me.” She turned to the babysitter. “Alice’s EpiPen is on the side kitchen coun?—”
“I already told her, babe,” I said, putting a reassuring hand on her waist.
“And about the alarm system?” She cocked an eyebrow.
“Everything, honey.”
