TOM: I’m always hard for you
KAT: More
TOM: So fucking greedy aren’t you?
TOM: Tease your clit and then drag your fingers through all that wetness and fuck your tight little pussy
I don’t thinkI’ve ever done this in my forty-seven years on this earth, and while I don’t need to make this a habit, it’s definitely something to cross off the bucket list. With my hand cramping and my eyes glazing over, I drop my phone onto the bed and grab a handful of tissues, as thoughts of Kat have me coming hard and fast on a silent moan.
A soft thump sounds from down the hall, alarm replacing the rush of pleasure of moments before.
Until my screen lights up.
KAT: I came so hard I dropped my phone
KAT: That was fun
KAT: I didn’t know you could be so fun…
TOM: I’m a man of many talents
KAT: You certainly are
TOM: Get some sleep, Kitten, tomorrow is a big day
KAT: Tom?
TOM: What?
KAT: I need you to know I’m falling for you
TOM: I’m already there, Kat.
46
KAT
“So where is this dress?” I ask Emerson as I stand in a pink satin robe looking like I’m getting ready to walk down the aisle rather than accept an award at a charity gala. She’s already donned a shimmering black, floor-length gown that’s absolutely stunning on her.
“Ta-da!” she says with a flourish, unzipping a garment bag to reveal a stunning red dress. Every single emotion I’m feeling must show on my face because she narrows her eyes at me. “No, this isnottoo much. This is a power dress. It says look at me; I’m a badass and I own every room I walk into.”
“Is that all it says?” I ask wryly, her posture exuding a level of self-assurance I can only hope to achieve one day.
“No,” she muses as her red lips curl up in a devilish smirk, “it says poor Oakey is going to lose his mind all night seeing you in this.”
“Did he say…”
She snorts out a laugh as she drapes the bag over the cream-colored chair. “I have known Tom a long time and exactlyoncehas he reached out to make arrangements for a femaleclientto feel pretty, empowered, and then bought a dress for her.”
“But—”
“I’m positive he’ll love your ass in this dress.”
“Emerson!”I hiss and she laughs, gently gripping my arms and shaking me.
“I’ve never seen him so happy, Kat. He’s guarded and serious and yes, he loves me and Isla and our family and Royce, obviously, but only because we bullied him into it. He took one look at you and thought, ‘That woman is something special and I want her by my side.’”
Looking up at the ornate chandelier, I blink back the tears that want to fall.
