“No catch.”
“Finn?”
“Waverly?”
“How much is the mortgage?”
The jig was up and so was my dick. Going back and forth with Waverly made me rock-hard and ready for round two. I surged forward, smashing my mouth to hers.Electricity sizzled through my veins as her tongue met mine, stroke for stroke. From there, it was a flurry of movement; our bodies flipping and rotating until she was beneath me with her legs wrapped around my waist and my cocked was poised at her core. With a snap of my hips, I slid balls deep with a victorious grin on my face.
“There is no mortgage.”
12VEGETARIAN OPTION
Waverly
Ready or not, this was it. My team, plus Shayne, had spent the past few days meticulously planning an op we weren’t even sure would work. The only other person who knew what we were up to was Joel. Both Noreen and Wes had been left in the dark at his insistence.
Thanks to Bob the reporter––who manipulated his way into a one-on-one interview––Finn’s annual banquet had received an outrageous amount of airtime. It’s what we wanted. Exposure. The more the better, in Duncan’s opinion. But it wasn’t his lamb we were leading to slaughter. It was mine. My heart. My love. My…everything.
The whole idea was to present the stalker with the opportunity of a lifetime; one he or she couldn’t resist. Close to four hundred fifty people would be in attendance, if you included the catering and waitstaff. One person could easily go unnoticed with those kinds of numbers. It was those thoughts which made me a nervous wreck.
Our limo came to a stop outside of Lachlan Industries. Wes opened the back passenger’s side door and just likewe’d discussed, Keaton was waiting to escort us inside the building. The rest of my team, plus Shayne and a few of her most trusted officers, were strategically placed throughout the hall where the party was being held. We were covered, yet something felt off. I circled Finn’s forearm with my fingers when he tried to slide across the leather seat.
“Do not leave my side for any reason. Okay?”
“Baby.” His blue eyes softened. “Everything will be fine.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do.” He silenced my protest with a look. “Trust your team, Way. Trust yourself. Besides, you made me wear Kevlar under this getup. It’s impenetrable.”
Not entirely, but it’d slow down a bullet.
“You guys coming?” Keaton called out.
Finn cocked his head to the side, waiting for my response. I closed my eyes and breathed through the panic. Eventually, I nodded. Peeling my fingers from his arm, Finn laced them with his, then swung out of the limo. Showtime. The moment my head cleared the door, flashbulbs lit up around us from the media circus gathered on the sidewalk, making it impossible to see beyond the spots overtaking my vision. My stomach tightened.
“We’re on the move.” Keaton’s voice sounded through the small earpiece I was wearing.
The twenty-five yards to the front entrance seemed like a mile, but we cleared the sliding doors without incident. Once inside, we moved straight to the elevators, which would take us to the basement level. Only then, when we were securely enclosed in a tiny metal box, did I chance a second to admire the way Finn filled out his tuxedo. The black suit was expertly tailored to fit his tall frame and muscular build. Under the jacket, he wore thecustomary white button-down dress shirt; however, instead of a black bow tie, he’d chosen a green one to match my gown. He looked amazing, though he always did.
When the silver doors slid open, my mouth dropped. Somehow, Noreen had created a tropical oasis in the middle of Bumfuck, West Virginia. Colorful lights were strung high above us, casting a warm glow over the spacious room. A half a dozen palm trees––housed in industrial-sized planters––kissed the ceiling, while their branches loomed over large pits of sand which had been trucked in for the occasion. I winced, feeling sorry for whatever company she’d hired to clean up after the party. They’d more than earn every cent of their paycheck that night for sure.
Round tables filled the space to the left while a makeshift dance floor, which was already jam-packed with gyrating bodies moving to the beat of the music, was on the right. It was a logistical nightmare of our own creation.
“You’re late.” Noreen wrapped Finn in a hug.
“Good thing I’m handsome then.”
She backhanded him across the chest, then folded me in her arms. “You look stunning, Waverly.”
“Thanks. So do you.”
The sleeveless, midnight-blue gown was elegant, much like the woman wearing it. Ending near mid-ankle, it flowed in sync with every move she made.
“And what about me?” Joel stole me from his wife, planting a loud kiss on my cheek.
“You look very nice.”
