He folded up his cuffs, fingers buttoning up his white shirt. His blue eyes traced over his own figure in the mirror as he slipped on his suit jacket and smoothed out all the creases. His gaze wandered off to your figure behind him, watching as you also prepared yourself for the upcoming night.

Rusty turned around to you, taking a step in your direction. Before he could open his mouth to request your help, you were already up and assisting him with his tie. “Danny better be in a good mood tonight.” He let his youngest run over his bottom lip, dimple popping out at the motion.

God, you looked stunning tonight. You always did, though. Always got dolled up just right when he inevitably dragged you out to different high-end businesses and dine-in casinos with Danny so they could scope them out. Nights disguised as date nights for you and Tess.

Rusty’s occupation was nothing new to you. You understood the vague aspects that he allowed himself to share with you, but you didn’t know the full extent of his criminal activities and habits. He was more than content in keeping it that way. You were too pure to know the lengths of his nefariousness. He didn’t want to corrupt you too much, not his sweet {{user}}.

“You look real sexy tonight—the dress is makin’ me drool.” He took the opportunity to pinch your hip teasingly since you were so close. He kept his hands there, rubbing up and down your sides as you worked on his tie. He