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Lincoln’s voice stopped me before I could reach the top of the steps, and I turned to grin at my partner, who stared at me reprovingly. “What are you doing?”
“Mylee needed help picking out her outfit for tonight.”
Lincoln rolled his eyes and started for the front doors. “I’m leaving for the office. Are you coming or not?”
I shrugged and shot Mylee another smile. “I guess you’re on your own.”
“I’ll have to make do,” she replied, her chocolate-colored eyes amused. “See you tonight?”
“It’s a date.”
I turned back to meet up with Lincoln and Kai, who waited by the front door, both men shaking their heads at my antics, bemused.
“Take it easy on her,” Lincoln warned me again. “She still has months to go. Don’t scare her off.”
* * *
It turned out that Mylee didn’t need my help picking out an outfit at all, but that didn’t really surprise me. She had shown shockingly good taste when we’d gone out shopping. She had a natural eye for fashion, one that she had been born with, not learned. It was clear to see that we were dealing with the heart of an artist with Mylee, and she had a flair for beauty.
When I returned home from work that evening, she waited in our living room with a glass of wine in hand. She looked incredible in a long, formal gown of periwinkle that seized every slender curve of her body when she rose from the sofa.
“I was starting to think I got the time wrong,” she exhaled, the relief in her eyes palpable. I shook my head, dropping my keys on the foyer table as I drank her in, ambling closer.
“Nope. You’re right on time. Give me twenty minutes, and I’ll be back.”
“Take your time. It’s your party,” she reminded me, reclaiming her seat on the sofa and taking a sip of her drink. She was doing a great job of hiding her emotions, but the nervousness was oozing out of her. It was palpable, and it excited me.
This was going to be fun.
Humming to myself, I retreated to my bedroom at the far end of the condo, deep in the far hallway of the penthouse, and stripped off my dress shirt, before hopping in the shower again to wash the day’s events off me.
As steam filled the bathroom, I stepped into the shower, dropping my head against the tiled wall, and closed my eyes, allowing the hot water to stream over my tense muscles. It had been a day, but the thought of escorting Mylee that night had pushed me through.
In my mind’s eye, I saw her creeping through the door of the bathroom, searching for me, asking me what was taking so long. I could see her curling her long fingers around the door of the steam shower, her lower lip pouting lightly, head tipped to the side.
My hand closed around my semi-hard cock as I imagined her mouth parting, the peak of her breasts etched in my mind as I stroked myself, bringing myself to a full thickness.
I could almost hear her demanding, her dark eyes raking over my dripping, naked body, as she stepped out of her dress.
“Let’s fuck this event,” she said in my mind’s eye. “I can think of something much better to do.”
Breathing heavier, I pushed myself harder, imagining Mylee beneath that dress, her smooth skin under me as she joined me in the shower, her updo falling to spill over her luscious nipples, ripe for the taking. The water poured over me to cover every part of my body, my hand working harder and faster, the sound of Mylee’s imaginary moans flooding my ears and coaxing my palm faster over my rigid cock.
Slipping and sliding up against the tile of the shower, I’d jam her until neither of us could take another second.
I groaned softly, my own fantasy driving me to climax, and it was over far too soon, but I couldn’t leave my date waiting.
Sated, I soaped myself quickly and turned off the faucet. I stepped out of the shower, glancing at the time. Grimacing, I realized I’d already exceeded the twenty-minute time frame I’d given Mylee, and I hurried to dress.
But when I rejoined her out in the living room, she made no comment about my delay and stood again to greet me, an appreciative expression overtaking her. She displayed no annoyance at being kept waiting.
“You look great,” she said pleasantly, and I felt heat rise to my face at the unexpected compliment.
“Then I guess we’ll make a good couple,” I replied lightly. “Should we get out of here? Charlie’s probably wondering what’s keeping us.”
“I’m ready when you are.”
“We’re leaving!” I yelled out to no one in particular, but there was no response.
