Wilde at Heart (Wilde Security, #3)(85)
Next door, Shelby had turned up the music, and Taylor Swift was telling everyone to shake it off. She danced circles around her sister with a broom, trying her damnedest to convince Eva to join her.
Some of the tension eased out of Cam’s shoulders as he crossed to his wife. “C’mon, Shelby. You know your sister doesn’t dance. Stop torturing her with pop music.”
“Fine.” Shelby spun over to Reece, pecked him on the lips, then grabbed his hand. “I’ll dance with my husband.”
The music changed to something with a strong, fast beat and he fell into easy rhythm with her, hands on her hips.
Cam’s jaw hit the floor. “Since when do you dance?”
He spun her. “You think I can be married to her and not dance?”
“Ah…” Cam held up a finger, but dropped it again after a second. “Good point. Look at you. You inherited Mom’s rhythm.”
He drew Shelby in close again and kissed the tip of her nose. She laughed, weaved her fingers into his hair—which was no longer blue, thank God—and drew him down for a real kiss, the kind of kiss he’d wanted but had held off on because of Cam and Eva.
“Ugh,” Eva said. “Stop it, you two. I’m okay—mostly—with the whole marriage thing. Not so much with the public displays of affection.”
Shelby broke the kiss, but only by inches. “Maybe you should leave then, because I want to do a whole lot more to him than just kiss.” She grabbed his ass with both hands, and his body lit up like a flare.
Eva groaned. “Oh God. My eyes.” She cupped one hand around her eyes like blinders and used the other to tug a laughing Cam toward the door. “We’re leaving. Just…don’t do anything more until we’re gone.”
Shelby snorted as she watched them go. “Eva can be such a prude sometimes.”
“Aw, give her a break.” He tugged on her ponytail. “You’re her little sister. Honestly, I get it. The thought of my little brothers having sex weirds me out.”
“Because you’re a prude too.”
He traced his fingers along the curve of her breast. “A prude wouldn’t do the things we did last night. And he certainly wouldn’t take you back to your office and tongue f*ck you until you scream his name.”
“Hmm, Mr. Wilde. You’re getting an awful dirty mouth.”
“Maybe you should punish me for it, Mrs. Wilde.”
“I’m thinking I should.” She smoothed her hands over his open collar. “You know, I kind of miss your ties.”
Grinning, Reece reached into his jacket pocket and drew out a length of silk.
“Well, then.” She dragged the tie from his fingers with a slow, sensual tug. “I believe we have unfinished business in my office. We were interrupted last time.”
He watched her walk toward the back, swinging the tie and giving her hips a little extra sway with each step. He hardened, but didn’t immediately follow and instead glanced around.
The Bean Gallery was all color and light, with deep-cushioned couches and chairs, a place where people would want to come to unwind, relax. It had Shelby written all over it, with little bits of him scattered throughout since he’d drawn and painted most of the tabletops for her.
“Hershey,” she called from the back. “I’m starting without you, but I’d really like your mouth on me instead.”
His throat went dry at the mental images her words conjured, and he strode over to lock the door. On his way back across the room, he stripped off his shirt, but then paused and glanced around again before shutting off the light. They were building something together here, something better than the high-society life he’d lived for the past five years, something he’d never thought he’d have. Yeah, some people might think he was crazy for giving up so much, but this coffee shop and the colorful woman who owned it were his heart.
And he abso-f*cking-lutely belonged here with her.
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About the Author Tonya Burrows wrote her first romance in eighth grade and hasn’t put down her pen since. Originally from a small town in Western New York, she’s currently soaking up the sun as a Florida girl. She suffers from a bad case of wanderlust and usually ends up moving someplace new every few years. Luckily, her two dogs and ginormous cat are excellent travel buddies.
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