Page 237 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

They’re the exact same cut, length, and fabric. The only difference is the color, and maybe that’s just me being a sucker for her, but she could show up to the event in her pj’s, and she’d still be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

“What’s wrong with the one you’re wearing?” I sit up on our bed, my lips twitching into a smirk as I admire the dress fitting her body like a second skin. “I mean… aside from the obvious.”

Hadley’s brow furrows, concern spreading across her face as she glances down at the dress in question. “What’s wrong with it? Does it not look good?”

“No, it looks good.” I push to my feet, stalking across our bedroom to meet her. I wrap my arm around her waist the moment I reach her, jerking her body to mine and making her smile. “I’m just saying it would look better on the floor.”

She catches my drift immediately, a deep blush creeping into her cheeks, and swats at my chest. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Wilder.”

I press my lips to the corner of her mouth, lingering for a few seconds before saying, “How can I when my girl looks this fucking good?”

“So… you think I should wear this one?” she teases, her finger tracing down my chest.

“Hell fucking yes.”

“You sure?”

“See for yourself.”

My hand drops downward, curving around Hadley’s perky ass and squeezing. I press her body to mine, her stomach flush with my hard-on. Her eyes widen in realization when she notices my desire for her.

That’s how sure I am.

“Stop giving me that look,” she scolds, sticking her finger in my face.

I play dumb. “What look?”

“The ‘let’s make babies’ look.”

I fake gasp. “Me? I would never.”

She rolls her eyes, grinning from ear to ear.

She knows damn well that if it were up to me, our house would be filled with mini Hadleys by now. But she’s not ready yet. She wants to focus on her career before she dedicates her life to her family, a decision I understand and support.

But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun while we wait.

“How much time before we have to leave?” I ask.

She pushes me away with a chuckle. “Could your timing be any worse? I just finished doing my hair.”

She is right about the shitty timing part.

Now is the worst time to be fantasizing about ripping off her dress. We have to be at the art gallery in forty-five minutes, and as much as I would love to watch my girl come on my cock, I refuse to let anything ruin this night for her.

This will be her first-ever gallery opening.

After running a successful business and selling her art online for years, Hadley is finally showcasing her work to a live audience. At one of the most prestigious art galleries in LA at that.

She’s been a nervous wreck all week. I’ve tried everything I could think of to calm her nerves, but she’s one of those people who put themselves through things twice by driving themselves mad with anticipation.

All our friends and family are coming out for her big night, and I’m starting to think she’s nervous they won’t like her work.

Pretty damn ironic that she’s scared she won’t measure up to her peers’ expectations when you can find her work in nearly every mansion in California.

My girl has become what you’d call Hollywood’s go-to artist in the last few years. It all started when Anaya commissioned a handful of paintings from Hadley’s store for her Beverly Hills house.

It was just a little while after Anaya’s album had come out, and her fans had gone absolutely insane over the cover art.

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