He gives me a smug grin. “There’s not a thing wrong with you. I just couldn’t have some high school kid touching what was mine.”

This time, I do roll my eyes at him.

“You look stunning.”

“I’m not wearing any panties, you know.”

Reece groans. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“No, I just know you’ll probably ruin them.” He has a thing for ripping my panties, not that I’m complaining. “Let’s go. You owe me a dance under the stars.”

The evening is perfect. We sip champagne, slow dance to the soft jazz floating through the air, and laugh as we reminisce about old times together. It’s much better than my first prom.

“You changed your nail color,” Reece says, holding my hand. We’re sitting on the blanket he arranged under the stars.

My nails are now painted a light pink, and I simply nod. I know he thought my black nails were some kind of reflection on my mood, and maybe they were. I was in a dark place when we first got together. But that’s changed.

I have the world’s best boyfriend. He has a heart of gold, a huge cock, and intimate knowledge of all the best sex toys. I feel like I’ve won the damn lottery. When I moved back to Chicago, I was searching for something, and even if I didn’t know it at the time, true love was waiting to find me and sweep me off my feet. When I remember how hard Reece fought his feelings for me, it makes my heart hurt. We had a rocky start, but things are good now. They’re great, actually. Nana adores him, and even Hale has accepted our relationship.

“Thank you for planning the perfect prom date for us.” I lean over and kiss his cheek. His rough stubble and the scent of rugged aftershave greet me, and my heart rate picks up. As long as I live, I will never get enough of him.

“One more dance before we go?” he asks, rising to his feet, and tugging me up against him.

“Yes, but I think I need to take off these heels, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.”

I step out of my shoes and kick them to the side. Reece surprises me by lifting me off my feet and spinning me around. When he lowers me to my feet, the grass tickles my bare toes, and we begin sway together. Resting my head on his shoulder, I’m enjoying being totally relaxed and at ease when I sense he has other ideas. His cock rises and hardens against my belly, and his fingers move from my hips down to my ass, squeezing.

His mouth moves to my neck, where he lightly kisses and nibbles at my throat. “Sorry, sweetheart, it seems I can’t behave myself around you.”

“You don’t have to behave.” Encouraging him, I tilt my hips toward his to rub against the firm ridge in his suit pants. Soon our dancing resembles groping as we kiss deeply and rub up against each other.

“I need you,” he groans against my neck, making my whole body shiver.

“The limo?” There’s no way I’m waiting until we’re home to feel him inside me.

“I won’t make it that long,” he growls.

I’m about tell him it’s only a hundred-yard walk when he tugs me behind a tree and unbuttons his pants. I watch in stunned fascination as he takes his cock from his pants and begins stroking himself. Then he lifts me, tugging up my dress as he goes, and situates me so my back is against the tree and my legs are wound around his waist.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” he says, pausing for a moment to be sure I’m okay with this.

“Fuck me,” I say.

And he does. He lines himself up and slowly sinks inside me until I feel like I’ve been stretched and filled to my breaking point. Consumed by pleasure, I fuse my mouth to his and we kiss deeply, not caring about oxygen, or the fact we’re in public.

Hanging onto his shoulders, I love the feel of being in his strong arms, and the way he rocks into me over and over again, setting the perfect pace.

“You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good,” he murmurs, burying his face against my neck.

Gripping under my ass, he shoves me up and down on that huge cock of his, massaging me in all the right places. Much too soon, I lose control, my inner muscles clenching around him as I let go.

Reece swears, and thrusts—hard—a final time, his cock swelling within me as he comes.

Afterward, he sets me on my feet and kisses my mouth softly. “That was perfect. Thank you.”

The sticky heat of us between my legs tells me a hot shower will be in order when we get home. Realizing I’m now a mess, I’m thankful when Reece drapes his suit jacket over my shoulders and picks up my shoes. Holding hands, we make our way to the limo, still slightly breathless and with impish grins on our lips.

Epilogue

Reece

Shit. I’m pacing around the apartment, double-checking all the light fixtures and that the windows are locked, when I feel Macey’s presence behind me.

“What are you doing?” she asks, standing with her hand on her hip.

“Checking for any small choking hazards.”

“Behind the curtains? Amelia is three months old. I doubt she’ll be crawling around over there.”

“When do they crawl?” I ask, stopping my search of possible danger and mayhem.

“Usually around nine months or so,” Macey says.

Okay, so I still have a few more months to baby proof. “Sorry, I guess I’m just anxious. I’ve never babysat before.”

Macey smiles warmly. “Come sit down.”

I join her on the couch, and try to relax.