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She nods, her curls enthusiastically bouncing. We line up along the dance floor—no tables in the way—and the music queues up. Her eyes are sparkling in the low light and I’m falling more in love with each passing moment.
I don’t give a shit if she’s Elijah’s sister. Or if us being together might cause a scandal back home. I don’t even care if she doesn’t want to move back to Clover Creek. It’s just a place. But Phoebe? She’s home.
I glance at the men surrounding me, and they fall in line with curt nods. The music starts and they jump forward, stumbling over their feet a little, but enthusiastic participants nonetheless.
Phoebe’s eyes widen more and more with each pass back to me. “They’re dancing.”
I press my palm lightly to hers. “It is a dance, no?”
“But I didn’t think this would go so well.”
“You planned it. Of course it’s perfect.”
She’s grinning as she dances back to her position. And I’m never ever going to tell her I made these imbeciles show up early this morning for dance lessons and a stern lecture. Turns out they just needed a little tough love and the insight that their girlfriends would appreciate some effort at the dance.
After one guy mentioned who I was, I didn’t shut him down like I normally would. I figured it was better they thought of me as some expert they should follow, and I was right. Normally, I don’t flaunt my wealth around, but casually slipping the word billions into a conversation with college students—and making a promise to help with some of their debt—does wonders for participation during an impromptu dance lesson.
I would do all of it again—over and over again—to see the look of pure joy on Phoebe’s face.
I’m like Cinderella, wishing this night will never end.
Chapter Eleven
Phoebe
“I’m normally more fun than this,” I say through a yawn that makes my eyes water.
“Nothing wrong with needing sleep.” Ben kisses the tip of my nose and spins me around to undo my dress.
As his fingers trail over my bare skin, I wish I could keep my eyes open.
I can’t, though. All the weeks of planning for the dance have caught up to me and I’m weak on my feet. My knees buckle and Ben wraps his arms around my waist.
“Woah, let’s get you off your feet, princess.”
He bends me over the edge of the bed and I imagine him fucking me from behind as the skirt rustles around us. It’s a fantasy, though. There’s so much fabric it would be more difficult than my imagination is leading me to believe.
His hand lingers on my back and goosebumps erupt in the wake of his touch.
“Maybe we can mess around in these clothes tomorrow?” My voice is muffled by the comforter, but the way his hand stills tells me he heard me just fine.
When he doesn’t respond, I shimmy the rest of myself out of the dress and turn to face him.
“What’s wrong?”
“I have to leave first thing in the morning. We have this project that’s not going well and we’re to the point we’ll need to call Liam if we can’t figure it out.”
My heart sinks as I drop onto the bed. I don’t want my time with Ben to be over so fast, but I know he has to go home. I’d hate it if my honeymoon was cut short for something like that. As much as I want to beg him to stay, Felicity would be heartbroken. I’ve been following her posts on Instagram, and the two of them are glowing in every picture as she documents their trip.
“Hey, it kills me when you look so sad.” Ben’s face falls as he grabs my hands. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay?”
I nod, fighting back tears I know I have no right to cry. I should be happy. He’s talking about something in the future. That means tonight isn’t the last time we’ll be together. It’s safe for me to ask for what I want.
“One request?”
“Name it and it’s yours.”
My excitement overpowers my nerves. “Will you fuck me in that dress?”
