Chapter 28
TWENTY-EIGHT
SHANE
Most days, I think it’s ridiculous that I get paid so much to be a good-looking funny guy.
Today, I am incredibly grateful for everyone responsible for overpaying me, because I’m able to afford a chauffeured SUV, two suites in the nicest hotel in Detroit, and a nanny to look after my kids in one of them.
In the other one—that is not next door but across the hall—I get to undress the love of my life.
Willa called to turn down the New York job before we left Grammie’s house.
For the past forty minutes, I’ve been doing a half-decent job of pretending to be an attentive father who enjoys listening to his kids sing along to Singin’ in the Rain and who definitely isn’t thinking about sticking his head under his fiancée’s dress.
But as soon as I pull Willa inside our suite, I lift that dress up over her head.
This dress. I will always think of this as the dress she wore the first time I saw her naked and the one that she wore on the day I asked her to marry me. And underneath the dress—four necklaces, a beige full-coverage bra, and granny panties.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you today,” she explains, covering her face. “And I definitely didn’t expect you to propose to me. or I would have worn something a little less geriatric.”
“You are making this ensemble work, I promise you.”
She groans. “I’m humiliated.”
“I can fix this.” I swiftly remove her bra and panties, taking in her beautiful naked body. “Better?”
“You tell me,” she mutters.
“It’s better than anything.” Honestly, I’ll never get tired of looking at and touching and kissing this woman. “We need to plan on another little vacation when Margo is back and the kids are with her.”
“Maybe don’t talk about the kids when I’m completely naked and you’re squeezing my ass.”
“Mmm, you’re gonna have to get used to talking about all kinds of things when you’re completely naked and I’m squeezing your ass.
I told the twins that you’ll be sleeping with me from now on and that they aren’t supposed to bother us if the door is closed.
I plan to spend a lot of time in the bedroom with my naked fiancée. ”
“That’s a lot of talk about your naked fiancée for a guy who’s fully dressed as Greyson Manning of TV’s That’s So Wizard.”
“I’ll stop talking now.”
“I’ll start undressing you now.”
We’re a fucking awesome team.
My mom called me yesterday, from Florida, to tell me that she and Hank are going to see my movie this weekend.
When I told her that I had fallen in love with Nico’s little sister and was in the middle of shopping for an engagement ring for her, she was not at all surprised.
She reminded me that the day I met Willa on the Wizard set, I said to her, “Something weird happened. I met Nico’s sister, and when I held her hand to pull her up, I think I had a vision.
Not something I could see, exactly, but a feeling.
Like a flash of what it would be like to be married with kids one day. And I liked it.”
I had completely forgotten about that. Blocked it out, probably, as soon as I asked Margo to marry me, because I knew on some level that it would never feel like that with her.
But as soon as my mom said it, I remembered the feeling.
It was the feeling I had as soon as I introduced Willa to my kids.
I’ll tell Willa about that, one of these days, because if anyone would understand that kind of thing, it’s her.
But I’m way over my cheese quota for today.
Now is the time for me to make my bride-to-be forget how fucking adorable I am. I’m gonna make her forget so hard. But it seems I’m still fully dressed as Greyson Manning, aside from being unzipped.
My bride-to-be is gripping my cock and looking up at me pensively. “Actually, I think I’d like to engage in sexual activity with Greyson Manning today.”
“What?” I slam my hands flat against the wall behind her, on either side of her head. “You would rather engage in sexual activity with a fictional teenage wizard who doesn’t have full control over his wand yet than with me—the world-famous star of motion pictures who asked you to marry him?”
She purses her lips and shrugs. “Just this once?”
“Well, you’re in trouble, because Greyson Manning is secretly a dirty horndog who will bewitch your tits and enchant your pussy.”
“Sounds charming.” She slowly removes her hand from my jeans. “Get that wand out. Let’s see what you can do with it.”
I lick my lips, lowering myself to my knees.
“I may still be a student, but I know how important it is to work some magic with my mouth first.” This woman.
Her eyes and voice are unflinching, but her thighs are quivering.
She gasps and tenses up when my thumb gently brushes against her clit, still sensitive to my touch as if it were the first time.
I will be worshipping at this temple for the rest of my life. “You’re so wizard.”
She tilts her head back against the wall, threading her fingers through my hair. “You are.”
I get a quick taste of forever and the shuddering pleasure I’ll be giving her. “You.”