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After opening the shower door and turning on the faucet, I set Kennedy on the bathroom counter.
“Hey, Hendrix,” she said as I grabbed two washcloths from the linen cabinet.
I shut the door and looked over at her. “Yeah?”
“You think we could try that spanking thing again next time?”
Fucking groan.
She may have saidnoto meonce, but right then, right then Iknew.I was going to marry Kennedy Shay. I was going to marry the fuck out of her.
KENNEDY
One month later…
My alarm went off thirty minutes ago. I’d already showered, styled my hair, brushed my teeth, and put a little bit of makeup on. All I had left to do was get dressed.
I stood at the door of my closet—aka the place where good clothes went to die—with a white fluffy towel wrapped around my body, staring at my wardrobe. Sad. This was so very sad. Two years of New York fashion, and I still would rather wear yoga pants and a t-shirt.
I needed something sensible. Something smart. Something that saidI’m here to kick ass and take names…but you know, in a sophisticated way.
Shortly after Kacey’s wedding, I left Del Monte and opened my own event-planning business in Coree Harbor.Who’s afraid of commitment now, huh?Clients traveled from all over the country to meet with me. Coree Harbor was now a destination wedding spot. And today I was meeting with a United States Senator’s daughter.
Since our first night together, Hendrix and I hadn’t spent a single night apart. I didn’t think I would ever get used to waking up and seeing him lying next to me with the sheet draped over his body, one leg kicked out of the covers.
I looked down to see the thick outline of his baby maker and that dark smattering of hair that I loved so much peeking from underneath the cotton fabric. He stretched and rolled over to face me, and the sheet slid off.
Good God Almighty. What was I doing again?
Right. Clothes.
A deep, low noise rumbled in his chest as he crooked his finger, motioning for me tocome here.
“This is an important meeting. I can’t be late.” I grabbed a beige shift dress off the hanger. “It’s bad for business.”
Oh my God. I sounded like my mother.
His lips twitched in a grin. “You know what else is bad for business?”
“What?” I asked as I walked over to the dresser to grab panties and a bra.
“Not letting me bury my face in your pussy first thing in the morning.”
I closed the drawer, then turned to face him.Could he get any more gorgeous?Seriously. “There have been plenty of mornings when you haven’t done that, and your day turned out just fine.” I unhooked the towel, and it fell to the floor.
He palmed his cock, running his hand up and down his length. “Mike Wazowski disagrees.”
“You named your dick Mike Wazowski?” I asked as I clasped my bra, then pulled the straps onto my shoulders.
Why did I not know this about him?
“Yeah. You know, the one-eyed monster.” He went from palming to stroking, lifting his hips and pumping the air. It was a slight motion, but totally noticeable in the way his ass cheeks clenched every time he moved upward.
I was so going to be late.
“Come. Here.” The words were a low growl in his throat.
I was fighting a losing battle.
