Hushed voices and footsteps came within hearing range. Braydon didn’t stop his ministrations, despite me trying to wiggle away. His hands clamped down on my hips, holding me in place. The footsteps stopped just beside the door, and I peeked one eye open. I could see black Italian loafers and hot pink satin pumps under the doorway. Holy shit! It was Ben and Emmy.

Braydon and I froze, our gazes locking.

“Ben, I need you,” Emmy whined.

“I know, baby. I want to f**k you so bad.”

Emmy giggled. “Look. There are panties on the floor.”

“Looks like we weren’t the only ones with this idea,” Ben said. “Our romantic wedding makes panties drop,” he said as he chuckled softly.

After a moment’s hesitation, Emmy asked, “Ellie? Is that you?”

Shit!

There was no use denying it. She could see my shoes, and since she’d picked out these strappy sandals for me, I knew we’d been spotted.

“Yeah, um, Braydon’s just helping me, um, find my contact.”

She hesitated just a moment. “You don’t wear contacts.”

Damn. I was hoping she’d be tipsy enough to overlook that fact.

“Yes, but I’m thinking of starting and I wanted to be sure . . .”

Braydon’s hand squeezed mine and he shot me a sympathetic look. “We’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Got it. We’ll see you shortly,” Ben said. I watched as their feet disappeared around the corner, and I sagged in relief.

“Thank you,” I whispered to Braydon. My dumb ass had tried to convince Emmy I was getting contacts. Thanks to his quick thinking, or guy code or whatever, he’d gotten rid of them.

Without another word, Braydon’s mouth returned to my core and I cried out at the unexpected onslaught.

Once my body was pulsing after its second release, Braydon slowly pulled back and lowered my dress into place, smoothing out the wrinkles over my hips with his hands. Then he rose and stood in front of me. A slow, lazy smile tugged one corner of his mouth up. “Hi,” he whispered, his eyes dancing on mine like we were the only two in on a private joke.

I pressed my lips together to hide my smile. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

“You came, right?”

I nodded.

“Twice,” he confirmed.

“I wasn’t keeping track,” I lied. It was two mind-blowing orgasms, more powerful than I’d ever experienced before.

“I was.” His eyes locked on mine, possessive and dominant.

“That’s not happening again.”

“Yes it is.”

Fuck.

I worked my bottom lip between my teeth while Braydon watched me curiously.

2

I waited for regret over my little tryst with Braydon to rise to the surface, yet it was strangely absent in the morning. I couldn’t clear my thoughts of him. Maybe my pride was able to remain intact because we hadn’t had sex and he’d remained fully clothed. I wasn’t sure. I only knew I thought of last night with a warm and pleasant feeling.

After a quick shower, I combed my wet hair and opted for a low ponytail, jeans, and a cozy V-neck T-shirt. I had no one to impress. I was on my way to a casual coffee date with Ben and Emmy before they left for their month-long honeymoon. Of course, as Ben’s best friend, Braydon would be there, too, but I refused to let things get weird between us after last night. I had nothing to be ashamed of.

When I arrived at the coffee shop, I spotted Braydon straightaway. He was waiting at the back of the line, fiddling with his phone. Gone were the tuxedo and shiny leather shoes of last night. Today he was in worn jeans slung low on his hips, beat-up navy blue Converse sneakers, and a light gray T-shirt that hugged his long, lean frame. He looked every bit as edible as the night before. His hair, unstyled, was missing the shiny pomade and was pushed up in the front in a casual yet sexy way. I wished I was immune to him, but seeing him standing there, looking like sex on a stick, it was obvious I was anything but. Damn hormones. I had no choice but to join him at the end of the line.

“Hi, kitten. How are you feeling this morning?”

“Uh-uh.” I wagged my finger at him. “What happened last night is never happening again.”

“Relax, babe. It was fun, right?”

I nodded reluctantly. No denying that. I’d replayed the way his messy dark hair had looked between my thighs, the way his mouth had devoured me, the sure way his fingers had stroked me inside. I couldn’t believe I’d allowed him to go down on me, and that I’d done nothing in return to him and then fled. That wasn’t supposed to happen between us. I felt like an idiot. Or the coolest chick ever. Ha! When I’d apologized later for leaving him in that state, he’d merely shrugged and said he had hands—implying that he’d take care of himself.

My heart throbbed painfully in my chest as he continued to watch me.

Tipping his head low to whisper near my ear, his warm scent greeted me. “I want all of you next time.”

I shook my head. “Braydon, that’s not happening again. I was just lonely and caught up in the moment. I’m changing teams. No more men for me.”

“It’s only a matter of time. I will be inside you.”

A tiny whimper escaped my throat.

“Shh.” His hand pressed against my lower back. “It’s going to happen. Don’t fight it. I promise it’ll feel good.”

My heart thumped steadily in my chest.