"I'm a sick man; have some mercy." He was smiling against my skin.
On I went with my fake chastising. "You're a sick man taking advantage. I feel compelled to point that out. How will you learn otherwise?"
He pulled back a notch, wiggling his eyebrows. "I'm blissfully happy in my ignorance."
"Are you sure you're up for the party tonight?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'm feeling much better. I was only messing with you."
"Is that so?" I crushed my mouth to his, taking what I wanted. When I pulled back, all my lady parts tingled at his lusty expression. But we were on a tight schedule if we wanted to make it to the party. "We should get ready."
Besides, I had great plans for us after the party. We had my house all to ourselves... and I hadn't just bought a fancy new dress. What I was going to wear underneath the dress was equally enticing.
A short while later, I stepped out of the bathroom, dressed to the nines. I was wearing a green wraparound dress, with pearls at my ears and around my neck. I'd styled my hair in loose curls. Graham looked as if he wanted to eat me up.
"Fuck, you're beautiful, Lori."
"Thank you." I twirled around once, observing him coming closer out the corner of my eye. He hadn't dressed up yet, so he was only wearing boxers. That left so much skin on display. He circled my waist with his arms.
"Graham, we're supposed to be at the party in half an hour."
"Change of plans." Bringing his mouth to my ear, he whispered, "I'm thinking me inside you, loving you until you come hard."
I bit lightly into his shoulder when he bunched my dress up, trying to maintain my composure. He blew out a breath when he touched the lacy end of my stocking. Then he groaned when he realized I had no panties.
"I planned to surprise you after the party," I said coyly.
"You're not wearing panties."
"Something for you to keep in mind tonight. The dress is tight, no chance of flashing anyone the goods. But... you have to get dressed now."
His eyes flashed with mischief, and I knew he wasn't going to let me off the hook.
Half an hour later, we were officially late already.
"We messed up my hair," I called from the bathroom while he was suiting up. When I came out, hair styled again, he smirked.
I crossed my arms over my chest. "My lips are swollen."
"It's a great look on you."
I glared. He bit back a laugh.
"You look like you've been thoroughly kissed. Only you and I will know where those lips have been. Everyone else will just know you're mine."
I sent him an air kiss. "Why, you think one of those smoking hot players might hit on me otherwise?"
"They won't if they know what's good for them."
"I still have to refresh my makeup."
"I'll wait for you downstairs and call Nana in the meantime."
When I descended the staircase a short while later, I could sense the change in mood before even seeing Graham pace around the living room. There were deep frown lines on his forehead, and he kept shaking his head, as if he was having a silent conversation with himself.
"Graham, did anything happen?"
He stopped midstride, jamming his hands in his pockets. "Talked to Nana."