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We’ll need to fix that,eventually.

My brain screeched to ahalt. What “eventually” was I planning for? This was a weekend. Alittle bit of fun on the side, presumably to remind myself that myfriend was ruining his life by getting married and giving up allthe freedom I enjoyed. To convince myself that my broken engagementwasn’t the dying-alone sentence it felt like.

I had to get myself back on track.“Moving along here, how do you feel about doublepenetration?”

“I feel like it would be agood time, but I’m not prepared to go there tonight. I think Iwould need way more experience in the back door area, if you catchmy drift.” She blushed again, and I wondered if it was difficultfor her to admit to being inexperienced at something.

I resisted the strong urge to offer totutor her. “Off the table, got it. How about stuff between twoguys? Is it okay if me and him get involved, or is this a strictlymale-female-male fantasy?”

“Please, do get involved,”she said with a giggle.

“Hey now, I’m not here toperform for you,” I teased her.

“Sorry, was thatfetishizing? I can’t help it. You’re superhot.” She spread herhands in a what-are-you-gonna-do gesture and let them flop to hersides.

“Is thereanything you want to add or know about, before we go up?” Iasked.For example, do you want totell me to kiss you? Because you didn’t react well when I triedbefore, so I’m not going to try again.

Why did I take that so personally? Lotsof people on the planet didn’t want to kiss me. Why did it botherme that she’d not-subtly rejected me?

She shook her head. “No. I’m. I’mready.”

“Good.” I took a step towardher, then another, savoring the anticipation of what we were aboutto do and the anticipation of finally touching her after atorturous day of denying myself. “Shall we go up, then?”

I would normally leave my phone as faraway from the sex I was having as possible. It tended to ring forobnoxious reasons right in the middle of the best parts. But Ineeded it tonight to communicate with Max.

“You didn’t bring your suitagain,” I noted as we walked past the pool.

“Oh, I’m about finished withswimming today. Possibly for life,” she said with a laugh. “I wentto a fun wedding pool party today. Which you got to skip outon.”

I’d avoided it purposely, becauseseeing Charlotte wet and glistening and not being allowed to touchher would have been a special kind of torment. “A best man’s workis never done. I was finalizing plans for the bachelorparty.”

“Let me guess,” she said,strolling over to the bar. “You’re going to go to the grosseststrip club imaginable, where none of you will have any fun becausehalf of you will be terrified of your wives and the other half willbe terrified for your daughters.”

She certainly had the vibe down. But Ipointed out, “I have no wife and no daughters, so I am free tosupport the local talent.”

“Then it’ll be a fun timefor you, not so much for everyone else.” She went to the minifridge below the bar, retrieved a bottle of some kind of flavoredmalt beverage, and declared, “I’m taking this,” before twisting thetop off.

“You’re not too drunk,right?” I asked, stepping up behind her to trap her against thebar. “I’m not taking advantage of you?”

“You’d better takeadvantage of me,” she said, tipping the bottle back and gulping itdown. “It’s going to be hard to top last time.”

“Don’t issue challenges thatyou know I can meet. It’s insulting.” I leaned down and caught herearlobe between my teeth. I expected she would squirm away, butinstead she tilted her head to give me better access. I nibbled myway down her throat, until I couldn’t feasibly reach more ofher.

She turned in my arms and Istraightened, looking down at her upturned face. Her eyes weredreamy, lids heavy, but not from the alcohol. I let myself get lostin her for a moment. A band of pink crossed her cheeks and nosefrom the sun she’d gotten during the day, and the slight breezestirred her hair. Her body was warm and firm, and she felt so goodpressed against me. I knew how good it would feel when all her softskin was bare and perspiring, how incredible she would sound whenMax and I made her come.

She looked good now, but Iwanted her to lookusedwhen she left. I wanted the red patches on herskin to be from my stubble, the curls in her hair crushed byfriction. I wanted her to leave here on weak legs and wake up assore as someone who’d done CrossFit for the first time.

What I wanted was to makesure that when we left and went back to our normal,non-wedding-dominated lives, that she would remember me as the bestsex she’d ever had.

She gazed up at me dreamily. “So, whendo we get started?”

CHAPTER TEN

(Charlotte)

Though I had a strong feeling that we’dalready begun, I was practically jumping out of my skin. He’dtouched me, but not enough. I wanted his hands all over me. Iwanted him frenzied with his need for me.

He gripped me around my waist andboosted me up on the counter behind the bar. Without a word, hepulled down the straps of my tank top to bare my breasts, then benthis head to leave sucking kisses along my neck and shoulder beforetraveling lower. Cupping my breasts in his hands, he rubbed histhumbs over my nipples in maddeningly slow, featherlight circles.He held me like a precious object, with gentleness that made merestless.

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