Page 57 of The First Best Man

“Well, hello there. You must be the best man I’ve been hearing so much about.”

My stomach sours at the sound of that voice, my eyes narrowing as I look up at the face of KayleeHarper. Tucker looks up at her in askance, then his gaze flits over to me like he’s waiting for a polite introduction.

Over my dead freaking body.

“Oh, Kate. Hey,” Kaylee says, then her eyes travel down my body and back up before adding, “I don’t know how I missed you sitting there.”

I see Tucker’s chest puff up from the corner of my eye, and I realize he didn’t miss the insult in Kaylee’s words. I keep my gaze locked on Kaylee, though, because every good outdoorsperson knows you never take your eyes off a viper when you cross paths with one.

When she realizes I’m not going to introduce her to Tucker, she exhales impatiently and turns her body toward him before holding out a hand. “I’m Kaylee Harper.”

Tucker’s eyes narrow as he stares at her hand like it’s poisoned, then his gaze lifts to meet her eyes. “Kaylee Harper? Owner of the ice cream shop?”

“That’s me,” she says, then pauses for a beat longer before realizing he’s not going to take her hand. Dropping it back to her side, she adds, “And you’re J.T. Gibbs, Logan’s best friend from college, and much hotter than the gossips around town have given you credit for.”

Her voice turns husky with that last bit, and hand to God, she bats her eyelashes and runs the tip of her tongue along her lips. I finally glance over at Tucker to see if he’s affected by her bullshit. But I have no reason to worry. I can see the disgust in every line of his face.

“And you’re the one who sent your greasy little wimp of a cousin to insult and sexually harass Kate.”

Oh, shit.He just called Kaylee out, and the anger in his voice and expression on my behalf is doing funny things to my insides. I’ve never needed a man to stand up for me––I can handle myself––but damn, does it feel amazing to have it.

Tucker’s never been hotter than he is right now.

“What? Sexual harassment? No,” Kaylee blubbers in an attempt to exonerate herself. “He’s single. She’s single. I was just trying to help two lonely souls find a little companionship.”

Bullshit.

“Bullshit,” Tucker barks like we’re psychically connected. “You’re a petty little girl who gets her kicks from causing pain and embarrassment to others.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” Kaylee growls, losing all that sugar and spice she was oozing a minute ago and showing Tucker the ugliness beneath the surface.

Then spinning around, she stomps off in a huff before slamming through the exit. I watch her go, and when I look back over at Tucker, he’s staring at me with apologetic eyes.

“I’m sorry, Kate. I know it’s none of my business, and you don’t need me fighting your battles, but I couldn’t help it.” When I just continue to stare, his shoulders slump. “Please. Say something.”

My heart feels like it’s pounding its way right out of my chest, and my core is reaching critical meltdown status. My mouth drops open as I pant for sweet oxygen, and Tucker’s expression turns more worried by the second.

My chair screeches backward along the floor when I stand too suddenly, and I’m sure we’ve gained the attention of a few nearby patrons. But I don’t think too long or hard about that. I need… I need…

Grabbing Tucker’s hand, I tug, and he stands. Holding onto him tightly, I lead him behind the bar, through the kitchen, and all the way to my office. Pushing the door open, I pull him inside and shut the door behind us. Twisting the lock on the knob, I turn back to Tucker and lunge for him. He freezes for a second, but the moment my lips land on his, he snaps out of his confusion and wraps his arms around me.

His hands immediately find my ass, squeezing it roughly as his tongue plunders my mouth. Then he’s spinning us around and backing me up until my ass bumps into the edge of my desk. Breaking off the kiss, Tucker keeps his indigo gaze locked on mine as he unbuttons and unzips the shorts I changed into before meeting him here.

“Tell me, Kate. Have you ever fantasized about being devoured right here, on top of your desk while your employees are working just outside the door?”

He pushes my shorts over the swell of my hips, and they drop to the floor with a soft thud. Swallowing thickly, I nod. I may not have had a true point of reference when I imagined it before, but I did have some vague notion of what it might be like to be taken against this desk.

And now? Knowing what it feels like to have Tucker’s mouth on me? Making me come until I see stars?

I push down my underwear and shimmy until they join my shorts on the floor while Tucker’s lips lift in asexy smile. Gripping my hips, he lifts me up onto the edge of the desk, and a shiver runs up my spine as my bare butt hits the cool wood.

“Stay just like that,” he says when I lean back a little, bracing my weight on my outstretched arms. “Keep those beautiful brown eyes on me, Kate. I want you to watch me make you come all over my mouth and this desk.”

I swallow thickly and give him a little nod, and he drops to his knees before spreading my thighs wide and shuffling forward. Keeping his gaze locked on mine, he licks me in one long, smooth, stroke. My eyes threaten to close at the pure pleasure of it, but I manage to keep them open. Tucker must be aware of the struggle, because he shoots me a proud smile before diving back in to lick me in earnest.

My breathing picks up as his tongue finds my clit, attacking it with the perfect amount of pressure and speed. Watching him work amps up my need, sending me spiraling in seconds. I’m hovering on the edge when he slips a strong finger inside me, and my inner walls clench around it as my orgasm rockets through me.

I don’t know how I do it, but I manage to bite back the shout trying to force its way up my throat. No need to let the kitchen staff know exactly what’s going on in here.

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