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“Excited?” Willow grins up at me as I enter the bathroom Orla has just run out of screaming that we’re late.

I’m not sure how I can be late for my own party, but I’m not the one that’s spent the last three hours preening myself.

“It’s a party.” I shrug, perching on the edge of the vanity while Willow applies that pretty red lipstick I like.

“It’s your launch party that everyone has been non-stop talking about since the fight last week. That gym is your baby, and you get to celebrate it tonight.” Pausing, Willow puts the lipstick down and steps between my legs. “Besides, you’re wearing that suit…”

“It’s a new suit. The other one is still at the dry cleaners.”

“I like the other one, but this one…” A devious smirk pulls at her red-stained lips as she steps closer so that her belly is pressed to my crotch as she holds my face in both hands and leans in. With her lips to my ear, she trails one hand down my chest until she finds mine beside me. “I love this one.”

“Do you now?”

Willow nods. “And I’m wearing this dress…do you like it?”

Her hand cups mine before she drags it over my thigh to the slit of her dress.

“It’s hot.”

Trailing it higher, she brings it to the top of her thighs with a breathy exhale. “Easy access, Mr. Knight.”

My hand flattens to her pussy as she opens her legs wider for me. “You still got panties on, sweetheart.” I trail the thin lace with the tip of my finger. “It’s not easy access unless I can pull you into a dark corner, lift your skirt, and fuck you without ceremony…”

A trembling sigh pushes from her lips with a shudder that ripples through her entire body. She takes a step back, and her eyes find mine, holding my gaze while she shimmies her panties down her legs. Willow takes one foot out and then lifts the other so she can grab the underwear before she comes back to me.

“Here,” she rasps, pushing the nude lace into the breast pocket of my jacket. “I’ll need them for afterwards.”

My cock hardens as she presses a kiss to my cheek with her thumb pushing into my mouth when she cups my face. This is Willow all over—she has a way of making me want to do things I’ve never enjoyed before. Her lips trail to mine as she pulls her thumb out, and before she can pull away from me, I suck her lip into my mouth, nipping it as I grasp her ass and pull her as flush as we can get.

Her scent is intoxicating, but her taste is a drug that I can’t get enough of. An addiction that only grows and grows and that I’ll never give up.

“Oh, wheeeew!” Orla’s screech interrupts our kiss. You’d think if she’s that grossed out, she’d leave, but she carries on moaning and groaning until Willow pulls away.

“Why am I having to remind you to stay out of my room?”

“It’s not just your room anymore, and Mom sent me to get you.” Sticking her tongue out, she flips me the bird. “The cars are here.”

“We’ll be right there,” Willow chuckles as she drops her lipstick into her small purse, along with her phone. “I need you to help me with my heels. Every time I bend over to do it myself, my belly threatens to pop.”

She hands me the heels she grabs from the chair beside the vanity before heading into the bedroom. From behind, it’s almost impossible to tell she’s pregnant, and the snug fit of her dress along with the low V that accentuates her incredible ass makes it really fucking difficult not to bend her over our bed and fuck her right now.

“Hey,” she calls as she sits on the bed, and I continue imagining all things I want to do to her. “Dark corner. Dirty things. I’m waiting.”

Fuck.

I’ve never moved so fast in my life. I don’t care how much I hate parties; I know I’m going to love this one, and we haven’t even left yet.

* * *

The bar is crowdedto fuck with the music pumping so loud that I can hardly hear myself think. I’m manoeuvring through the guests, doing my personal thank yous now so I can get back to Willow.

“Almost done,” Jan chuckles, pulling me deeper into the crowd when I turn to make my escape. “The editor for Men’s Health is here, and she wants to get a photo for their socials with you. Clary wants a photo for the fan page too…with Willow.”

“I’ll give them each a photo, but not with Willow. Things are crazy enough as it is, I really don’t want to add more stress to her right now.”

“I think it’ll be great for people to see more of you guys together as a couple. Remember what Marcus said—give them more so that they get bored and move on. It’s not like I’m pushing for you to do the magazine shoot…”