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“How is my little Violet doing?”
Dominic and Stacy joined us a moment later, and we went through introductions again. Dee gave Stacy and Dominic an interested look, then came over to me, clinging to my arm as she whispered, “I like this. Whateverthisis.”
I chuckled. Clearly Stacy had gotten Dee’s stamp of approval.
“I’m going to go sit down,” she said. “Come chat when you can. I need details.”
“How’s it going?” Trent asked, returning to my side. “Dee trying to pump you for information about Stacy?”
“Yes,” I laughed. “And it’s going well.” Truthfully, I was having way more fun than I had expected. Piper, Cora, and Chloe had all been incredibly nice and welcoming. Violet was adorable. The five-year-olds were noisy, to say the least, but they weren’t my responsibility, and the entertainers Dominic had hired were keeping them pretty well corralled. Dominic, meanwhile, was treating Stacy great. And I liked the way the guys played off each other. Not to mention that Trent lookedgoodstanding next to me. “Actually,” I said. “I just need to pop out to the bathroom. Think you could show me where it is?”
“Sure.” He took my hand. “We’ll just need to stop by Dom’s place. Be right back,” he said to the group. He led me to the elevator. The moment the door closed, I was on him, dragging him into a searing kiss.
He hummed delightedly when I pulled away, his arms snaking around my back. “I’m starting to suspect you don’t actually need the bathroom.”
“Sorry,” I whispered. “You just looked so damn sexy. You were driving me a little wild.”
“So it’s the cashmere sweater that does it for you?” he asked.
“It’s everything.” The way he was with his friends. The way he doted on Hailey and Violet. The way he looked out for Nana Dee. His smile. His laugh. The way his eyes twinkled with mirth when his friends were ragging on him. Despite his bemoaning the hordes of preschoolers and grumbling as baby Violet slathered him in a half-chewed cookie, he was most attractive like this, surrounded by people who cared for him.
“I’m not complaining,” he said as the door opened. He took my hand, leading me down the hall to Dominic’s apartment. It was unlocked, but Trent locked it behind us. Then he led me into the bathroom and locked that door too. He pulled me close, capturing my lips in another searing kiss. His hands started to explore beneath my shirt, tugging at the waistband of my jeans. He got the button open, and my heart sped up. “Do you think?—”
“Quickie?” I suggested.
“Holy fuck, yes,” he growled, and my stomach flipped at the sound.
I put my purse down on the counter, rifling through it. It had been a while since I’d had to carry condoms around, just in case. I found one, fumbling with the wrapper, snickering as Trent snatched it from my hands, tearing the package open with his teeth.
I shoved my pants down my hips and turned around, placing my hands on the bathroom counter as he took care of business.
“Yes,” I moaned as I felt him nudging against my entrance a moment later.
“Are you wet?”
“What do you think?”
He chuckled, low and husky, reaching around me to circle my clit with his fingers. I bucked back against him. He kissed the side of my neck.
“You locked the door, right?”
“Yes, but you still have to be quiet.”
I gave a breathy little moan as his lips were replaced by teeth.
“Can you be quiet, Hellcat?”
I nodded.
“Just in case these walls are thin. Wouldn’t want to scar the neighbors,” he teased, rubbing a little harder, just the way I liked it. I gasped, biting down on the sound at the last second.
“Good girl,” he said, grinding his hips against my ass. “Just like that.”
He slid deep inside me, rocking in and out. I braced my forearms against the counter, my legs trembling at the delicious friction. It was taking everything inside me not to mewl like a cat in heat.
Trent’s fingers dug into my waist, his thrusts growing more erratic. It was a fast, hard fuck, neither of us having the patience to draw it out any longer, but it was just as good as every other time. Maybe it was even better, the threat of getting caught driving me a little crazy. I reached between my legs, rubbing at my clit until I fell headlong into my orgasm, seizing up around him. I could feel my muscles pulsing around his cock, pushing him over the edge too. I basked in the way he cradled me against him in the aftermath.
“How was that, Hellcat?”