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Ten minutes later, after a quick clean-up and wardrobe adjustment, we stroll back to the party. Even though our outfits are the same, our mannerisms are entirely different. Earlier, our affections were sedate—holding hands or linking arms.

Now, they ooze the same fire I feel in my belly, as Keegan loops his arm around my shoulder, his fingers tickling along my collarbone.

There's no doubt to anyone watching that we're together, and I couldn't be happier.

Looks like my fake boyfriend is becoming very real indeed.

Chapter

Eleven

KEEGAN

The reception site is famous for its food, but the only thing I want to feast on is Callista. Normally, the thrill fades as soon as I blow my load.

Not this time.

My only regret from our earlier encounter? That I didn't get to explore every inch of her.

But I will. No doubt about that. After this evening, there won't be an inch of her I don't know intimately.

Christ, she felt good, her pussy so tight and wet around me, her body threatening to drive me out of my mind with every thrust.

I gaze over at Calli and shoot her a soft smile, all the while praying she doesn't regret our earlier actions. After all, sex against a hotel wall wasn't on our itinerary. "How's your food?"

"Delicious."

I lean over, grazing my lips against the soft skin of her neck. "You're delicious." I grin as a blush colors Calli’s cheeks, then catch sight of my mother waving to me from an adjacent table. "Looks like I'm being paged."

"Groomsmen duties. Can't be a slacker."

I press a kiss to Callista's hand. "Save me a dance?"

Her gray eyes perk with mischief as she bites her lip, considering my offer. "I'll have to see, Dr. Russo. My dance card is awfully full."

"Find some room."

“For you? Always.”

My mother gestures at me again, and I walk over, chuckling when she reaches up to straighten my collar and bowtie. Once a mother, always a mother. "What in the world have you been doing?"

My eyes widen at her question, even if it is innocent.

Trust me, Mom, you don't want the details.

"Am I that disheveled?"

"You're in love. That's what you are." Her eyes gauge me, awaiting my response. "I'm right, aren't I?"

I can deny it, claim Callista is nothing more than a passing fancy. But my mother has always seen through my facade. "You are. Do you like her?"

"She's wonderful, Keegan. The entire family approves. Even Mrs. Jones raved about her.”

“Likely because she held Calli hostage for an hour, discussing garden vegetables.”

My mother shakes her head and laughs. “And she’s still here? That’s saying something. Callista has already earned rank in the family for that sacrifice.”

I scan the room for my date and find her at one of the portable bars, chatting with Jane. Calli does fit in with us, and we’re a crazy bunch. Lovable and fun, but tiptoeing the border of sanity most days.

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