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repeated the move. Coming was something she hadn’t experienced in months. Until Friday night. Even with the sex so rough, she’d come several times. The thought left her panting, hungry. She groaned and removed her hand, sliding under the showerhead. She was already obeying him, a stranger. She laughed until she doubled over coughing.
    Jess stood in front of her closet, glaring at her clothes. Wear something festive. She hadn’t worn anything but basic blue and gray in so long, she wasn’t entirely certain she remembered what she owned that could be considered festive. She filtered through her boring day clothes, snagging a red dress she wore only for special occasions. Hmmm…
    When she pulled out the rather slinky piece, she grinned. This was perfect. She tossed the dress onto the bed and walked toward her dresser. She had to find the perfect panties, matching bra. Spectacular underwear was the one treat she allowed herself as far as clothing. No one needed to know she was a minx in disguise.
    Red. Of course. Today she was a naughty vixen. The thought stimulating, she slipped into her attire and stood staring at her reflection. The dress hugged every curve, accentuating her full breasts and hips… “Ugh.” Wide hips. She hated her body yet Craze loved every inch, biting and nipping her flesh as if he wanted to consume.
    Lowering her head, she thought about his demeanor, the interesting location he’d taken her. There was no doubt in her mind Craze had many sides. All of them she wanted to know, longed to serve. “Whoa.” Another quick look at her reflection and she was surprised how bright her eyes seemed. Serve. The word alone was illicit, dazzling. She started to turn away. “You want him. No matter the reason, you do.”
    Thirty minutes later she walked inside the bustling restaurant. The bistro was a hot spot for folks who wanted a delicious breakfast, as well as a fashionable cocktail or three. Scanning the crowded space, she finally located Miranda sitting at a table near the corner, a floor to ceiling window enabling a fabulous vision of the streetscape.
    Jess smoothed down her dress and walked forward, cognizant of the admiring looks being shot her way. She wasn’t flashy, at least in her vanilla life. Her profession required anonymity, conservative methods. Shit. She loathed wearing the mask Craze had so aptly figured out. She held her head hide, was careful not to fall on her face, and made her way to the table.
    Miranda squinted as she approached, her jaw dropping. A smile broke out on her face. “Holy hell, woman. You look hot? Have a date after our little brunch?”
    “No. You said wear something festive. Remember?” Jess mused as she slid onto the seat. The heated gazes from men surrounding them remained. She felt vindicated, alive. Noticing the champagne bottle with two tall crystal stems, she leaned over the table. “You better fess up quick or else.”
    Miranda grabbed the bottle, pouring a full glass for Jess and topping her own. “Fess up, huh? Only if you tell me the truth why you’re wearing a sexy dress and ‘fuck me’ pumps.”
    Jess sighed and wrapped her hand around the glass. “There’s no particular reason. I just wanted to break out of my shell.”
    “Uh-huh. You can’t lie to me, remember?” Winking, Miranda lifted her glass. “Well, since you’re going to be elusive, I guess I get to start the party.”
    “Okay. What?”
    “I’m getting married.”
    Narrowing her eyes, Jess tried to figure out if her best friend was serious. “I didn’t even know you were dating anyone. I thought you were just fucking three or four.”
    “That was then. This is now. I’m serious.”
    “Who is the lucky guy?” Had her bestie even mentioned one in particular? As they clinked glasses and she took a sip, her mind wandered to Craze. What was he doing? Was he thinking about her?
    “Josh Stone.”
    The name sounded familiar. Jess racked her memory. “You mean the local