Page 27 of The Getaway

Dominik smirks at me. “Dude, you could learn a lot from authors like my girl here or the… what do you call them, Babe? The W-holy Trinity?”

Lilly shakes her head, cheeks and neck turning a deep crimson. “Yes, the W-holy Trinity.”

“Wait, like, Whitney West?” I question, hoping I got the name of the author from the book that was on Bri’s nightstand correct.

“Yes!” Dominik exclaims, “You read?”

I shake my head, looking between the two of them. “No. Bri, my date, has one of her books with her and I noticed it last night.”

Dominik leans in and keeps his voice low. “Tip from one dude to another, read the book. Learn from the book.”

“Learn?” I feel my brows furrow as I ask. “What do you mean, learn?”

“Dommy! Stop! Don’t scare the poor guy!”

Dominik groans. “I thought we agreed that that nickname was not sticking.”

“Well, maybe it is sticking now,” she huffs, crossing her arms as she playfully glares at him.

Dominik glances behind me, shaking his head before smirking.

“I’m gonna take a wild guess on this one and say your date is here.”

Without thinking, I whirl around to face the door, and sure enough, Bri stands in the doorway scanning the bar. My heart pounds heavily in my chest and when she spots me—with that gorgeous smile spread across her face—the damn thing skips a beat. As she makes her way toward me, Dominik wraps an arm around my shoulder and gives me a side hug.

“Good luck,” he says, and I nod my head in his direction. Suddenly, he snaps his fingers, turning to face me with a mischievous smile. “Remember dude, you’re gonna have to tell the kids about this.”

Lilly hisses his name, grabbing his hand and pulling him away. But I can’t even think of anything to respond with, as Bri holds my full attention.

Following behind her all day—while she wore those jean shorts that hugged her perfect ass and a tank top that revealed her bikini every time she bent down—was torture. But seeing her now, there’s no doubt in my mind that this woman could wear anything, and she would take my breath away each and every time.

A green, floral dress highlights her delicious dips and curves. There’s a knot holding the fabric on her chest together, drawing my attention to the teasing cut in the fabric. The skirt of the dress is shorter in the front while the rest flows behind her, leaving her smooth legs on display for me.

I’m so captivated by her that I don’t miss the way she falters in her step, her jaw dropping open as Dominik and Lilly pass her. Her cheeks stain red, and I manage to tear my gaze away and watch as Lilly once again playfully shoves Dominik ahead of her and smiles at Bri with a wave of her hand.

When she stops in front of me, her jaw opens and closes while her attention is still over her shoulder.

“Was that…” she pauses, turning to look at me with wide eyes.

“Lilly Matthews?”

“Dominik Mikelson?”

We both speak at the same time, and her shocked eyes widen further.

“Wait, what?” she exclaims.

“Oh, I guess I didn’t catch her last name.”

Bri shakes her head, staring at me, and I take her stunned silence as an opportunity to change the topic. There’s no way in hell that I want to tell her about the famous hockey player making jokes about our “meet-cute” or whatever he said about future children.

“You look stunning.” I let my eyes drop down her frame, my gaze lingering on the skin beneath her breasts.

Stepping into her, I lean down to place a gentle kiss on her cheek. When I pull back, the surprise from a few moments ago is gone, replaced with that beautiful smile and faint flush.

“Tell me, how easy would it be for me to just… pluck that knot loose and have those perfect tits on display for me?” I whisper, trailing a finger up her side and along the bare skin.

Her audible gasp makes my cock twitch, craving more of those addicting sounds.

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