Page 6 of My Ex-Boyfriend's Brothers

I pressed my ass into him when I bent over to rinse my mouth out and was rewarded with a solid slap to my ass. I gasped and twisted around so I could kiss his chest and jaw until he leaned forward to spit. “I have to go.”

He lifted me onto the counter and worked the dress over my thighs until there was room for him between my legs. “Yeah.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and grinned up at him. “It’s unfair how attractive you are. I love your tattoos.”

“What else?”

I ran my hands over his arms. “Your muscles.”

“What else?”

I glanced down at his cock. “I think that’s it.”

He playfully growled and gripped my chin. “What made you come so many times you cried last night? What made you scream for more?”

I blushed. “Your cock.”

With a cocky grin, he nodded. “Goddamn right, my cock.”

I giggled and pushed him away. “What time is it now? I have a meeting at fifteen til nine but if we’re fast…”

He looked at his watch and groaned. “You’re already almost late.”

A new wave of anxiety crushed my mood. I hopped off the counter and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth. “I think I have to stay away from you while I’m working.”

He gripped my wrist when I tried to move away. “Come again?”

I looked at his watch and bit my lip hard. “I can’t afford to mess up. I don’t know if I can control myself around you.”

“We’ll set an alarm next time.” He shrugged. “Plus, it’s fine if you’re late a time or two, Bubbles.”

I shook my head and rushed to the front door. “It’s not. I can’t hurt my chance to save my business. I want more but not here. When this is done, if you still want me, we can do this again then. I clearly can’t be trusted to have amazing sex and still do my job well.”

He crossed his arms and watched me. “You think I’m just going to fuck you once and then be done? Not a chance. I’m far from finished with you.”

I gripped the door handle hard. “It’s just two weeks until this whole thing is over. I just need to focus, Jackson.”

He smiled. “No one tells me what to do, Bubbles. I’m not going to stay away.”

I took one last look at him and groaned. “God, you’re so hot. I’ll see you again in two weeks, little guy.”

“Don’t call my dick little, woman.” He came at me and that was all the motivation I needed to yank the door open and run out.

6

***Maggie***

My decision to stay away from Jackson during the wedding planning was solidified when my first meeting of the day canceled on me for being late. It was the chef and she’d been happy to reschedule for later the same day but it still left such a bad taste in my mouth to have inconvenienced someone. If I couldn’t do my job while experiencing earth shattering orgasms, I couldn’t have those orgasms for the time being.

In another twist of the guilt knife into my chest, I ran into Brad while grabbing breakfast at the lodge. The dining room in the lodge was empty that time of morning since most of the guests weren’t arriving for another week and anyone planning the wedding and working out kinks were either spread out elsewhere, or they were me.

I’d just placed my order for an omelet when Brad showed up and asked if he could sit with me. I motioned for him to join me and tried not to ignite over the embarrassment I felt. I’d slept with his big brother, in a big way.

“I just wanted to apologize for being short with you last night. Christina mentioned that I’d been needlessly harsh and she’s right.” Brad sighed and sat back in his chair. “I just want everything to be perfect for me and Christina. It’s ourwedding, you know? It’s a big deal and I just let the stress get to me at times.”

That was the thing with Brad. He was always apologetic for the mean things he said. He was good enough at apologizing to make you forget how bad the mean things had felt, too. “I get it. It’s a big day. You have to trust me, though, Brad. I want it to be perfect, too. I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure it is.”

“Of course, you are. It was wrong of me to question you. I do trust you. So does Christina. She really likes you.” He smiled at the waitress who brought my omelet to me. “Could I just get a black coffee?”

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