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By the time they got to the gate, he had passed out, so she got out and unlocked it, pushing it open. She drove through and got out, closing and locking it again, the worry that it would be the one time she didn’t make the effort that they’d have trouble. When she pulled up to the cottage, Justin was snoring, so she left him, climbed out of the truck again, and went to let Brulee out to pee.
“Come on, girl, I’m sorry you’ve been alone all night. Let’s go to the rescue.”
She slipped off her heels and slid her stockinged feet into her wellingtons. After leashing up Brulee, she grabbed a flashlight and hiked to the rescue. But the lights were on, and Kelly’s van was there. The dogs were in the yard, toileting.
“Girl, you should have stayed to party,” Maggie said. “I’m sorry I didn’t say something to you earlier. I know you were here at eight.”
“It’s fine, Mags, we’ll take the back roads home and be there in a jiffy.”
“Where’s Ted?” she asked, looking around.
“He’s sleeping in the van, passed out cold,” she said. “Where’s Justin?”
“Sleeping in his truck,” she answered, snickering.
After helping Kelly get the dogs back inside, Maggie said goodnight. “I’ll come over in the morning so you don’t have to rush back.”
“Thank you. I’ll be here at ten at the latest, then.”
Hiking back to the cottage, Maggie looked out over the cove with the moon shining upon it, a lone boat anchored out on the still water, either fishing or watching the fireworks. Movement on the porch caught her eye, and she saw Justin waiting for her.
“Sorry about that. You shouldn’t walk there alone.”
“It’s fine. I had Brulee. Kelly was there anyway, with Ted sleeping in the back of the van.”
He met her at the steps. “Were you serious about letting me make love to you?”
“Justin, of course.”
She took his hand and let him guide her into the cottage, watching as he locked the door while she took Brulee’s harness off. He pushed her ahead on the stairs.
“I want to see your ass move in the dress,” he said, and she exaggerated a little bump and grind. “Watch it. We won’t make it to the bed.”
Unbuttoning his pirate shirt, she brushed her hips against his to get him ready.
“I have to be careful of my dress,” she explained. “The fabric is so fragile.”
“I won’t help undress you, then,” he replied, standing back to watch her.
She reached to the side and unzipped the oddly placed, old-fashioned zipper. Then reaching down to the hem, she slowly pulled it up, over her hips, exposing a garter belt holding up the flesh-colored stockings, over her belly, and up farther, he was holding his breath, over her breasts encased in pink satin. Pulling the dress off her head, she walked to the closet, and he saw she was wearing a thong, and he immediately reacted.
“Hurry up, please.”
“Patience, Justin,” she whispered, looking at him sidelong. “I want you, too.”
Unzipping, it was clear he was ready for her. Slipping his pants off, he folded them in an attempt to control himself, placing them on the stool next to her vanity. With her back to him, she took her time hanging her dress, purposely sticking her buttocks out a little bit, giving them a shake, amused that he was moaning, watching her. She wondered if he’d remember this in the morning.
When the procedure of hanging the delicate dress on the padded hanger was finished, she turned to him and decided to play it for all she was worth, smoothing her hands up over her body, starting from the knees, like she was onstage.
“Do you want me?” she whispered.
Nodding his head, he pointed at the bed. “Right now.”
Katrina and Alphé reluctantly left the barn to go back to the boat; they were having so much fun with everyone they didn’t want the party to end. But it was time to call it a night. He had to fish in the morning regardless of the amount of alcohol he’d consumed, and he’d had his share of champagne that night.
“You know what?” he asked, holding her hand as they walked to the marina. “I don’t think I’ve ever had as much fun as I had tonight.”
“Is that right? What was fun about it?”
