Page 120 of The Winslow Brothers

“Oh yeah, our bride has consumed enough champagne that she didn’t notice when the extra desserts came out about fifteen minutes later than she wanted. So, my little sex fiend friend, I can confidently report that all is good in the wedding hood.”

“Oh my God,” I groan. “Shut up.”

She laughs and nudges me playfully with her elbow. “So…I’m not trying to be nosy or anything, but it feels like a good sign that your mystery guy is inviting you over to his place for hot hooky sex right after he took you to Vegas on a whim. I mean, are you sure this isn’t turning into something more? Because, to me, it’s kind of seeming like it…”

“Not trying to be nosy?” I retort. “You’re definitely being nosy.”

Julie just shrugs, and I choose that time to head over to the gift table at the exit doors to make sure all of the little Tiffany-blue boxes are in order for the guests’ departure in about an hour.

But halfway through my count, my phone steals my attention from my jacket pocket with three texts.

Jude: Loved seeing you come on my cock tonight, babe.

The second text is an address, and the last one includes instructions.

Jude: Clear your schedule for Thursday. 6:30pm. Dress casual.

Another surprise meetup. With Jude.

The smile that consumes my face should be downright embarrassing. And that’s followed by Julie’s questions floating around inside my head.

Is this starting to turn into something more?

Thursday, March 29th

Jude

I stand out in front of Lexi’s school as parents and small kids file inside the building, following the sign that reads,Mathletes Competition. My mom, brothers, and Winnie and Wes are probably already inside the auditorium with Lexi, but I’m waiting on the arrival of one final guest.

Glancing down at my Rolex, I see it’s already half past six, but when I look up again, I spot her,Sophie, walking toward me.

She looks beautiful in a pair of jeans, boots, and a beige sweater, but her eyes are wide and imploring. The instant she closes the distance between us, those eyes of hers only get bigger.

“Glad you could make it, babe. Even if you’re late.”

“Jude!” she whisper-yells. “A school? I’m not having sex in a school! That’s how you end up on the sex offenders’ registry!”

She looks downright scandalized, and I just wrap an arm around her back and tug her closer to me. After one soft press of my lips to hers, I grin. “We’re not having sex here.”

Sophie leans back to meet my eyes. “Okayyy…but that still doesn’t answer the blaring question of the night.”

“Which is?”

She huffs out an annoyed breath. “Why are we at a school?”

“It’s for a good reason. Nothing nefarious, I swear,” I answer loosely and glance down at my watch again. “Now, come on. We better get inside because we’re already late.”

Sophie just stands there, staring at me with narrowed eyes. Her whole demeanor is sassy as hell, and of course, I find it fucking sexy.

“The longer you just stand there, the higher your chances of me actually coming up with dirty, fucking scandalous things to do at said school,” I whisper to her. “I mean, I do have a badge and a condom in my back pocket, so…”

The smallest hint of a smile crests the corners of her full lips, and I can’t stop myself from pulling her closer to me again and kissing her.

She tastes like her favorite fruity mints, and the aroma of her delicious perfume goes straight to my damn head.Fuck. This woman.She never fails to be all the addictive things that keep me coming back for more. I can’t resist her. Never grow bored of her.

I just want to spend time with her.Do dirty, bad things with her.

When a little moan escapes her throat and my cock starts to like that train of thought a little too much, I pull away from the kiss and gently press a hand to Sophie’s lower back.

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