Page 10 of You Don’t Kiss Your Brother's Best Friends

There was a new gleam in her eyes as Jocelyn smiled and nodded. It was put there, no doubt, by the bottle of wine.

“Well, I don’t have a bathing suit, obviously,” she said coyly. “But my bra and underwear are bikini-sized, and if you boys are willing to suspend your disbelief, so am I.”

She stood up and began shrugging out of her clothes, before either of us could say a word. Kayden and I looked at each other, but only for a moment. A split-second later, we were pulling our shirts over our heads.

“Wait!”

All three of us whirled at the sound of the new voice. Which, of course, I recognized immediately.

Fuck…

“Your little contest isn’t over quite yet,” the man behind us grinned. Kayden and I rolled our eyes in unison, as he approached Jocelyn and pushed forward a large plate with three forks.

“Not until you taste whatImade for you.”

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JOCELYN

It was one thing to be startled by the sudden appearance of a total stranger, even when that stranger happened to be tall, dark, and breathtakingly handsome.

But when that stranger shoves a delicious-looking slice of chocolate mousse cake your way?

Well… you’re gonna eat it.

“Umm… hi?”

The man was a monster, from tip to toe. He was six-foot-five if he was an inch, with dark hair and wild green eyes that looked feral and unyielding. As he turned toward the window, those eyes glimmered like jewels in the pool’s dim light.

“Hi, gorgeous.”

I didn’t stop him when he took my hand and slid a fork into it. Nor did I protest when he winked at me, his handsome face already broken into a huge, beautiful smile.

Holy shit.

I cut the tip off the slice of cake without breaking eye contact, and brought it slowly to my mouth. The chocolate melted silkily against my tongue, the rich sweetness intermingling perfectly with the aftertaste of red wine.

“I don’t know who your friend here is,” I smiled at the others, “but I like him already.”

His smile grew even wider, curling into something more sexy and sensual. Something tingled between my legs.

“What woke you up?” asked Kayden. “I thought you were sleeping through to—”

“The smell of cheeseburgers,” the man interjected with a grin. “Which, by the way, you didn’t even share.”

He shot an accusatory glance at the others, who only sighed.

“Jocelyn, meet Andre,” announced Bishop, finally. “Andre, Jocelyn.”

The dark-haired man took my hand in his and kissed it lightly. The way he did it gave me instant goosebumps.

“He’s an old friend of mine,” said Bishop. “He’s also acting as pastry chef for next week’s dinner party.”

At that, Kayden nearly choked. “Pastry chef my ass,” he grumbled.

“Was my cake not delicious?” Andre challenged.

“It was amazing, actually,” I admitted. Reaching out with the fork, I took a second bite. “Damn. Best I’ve ever tasted.”

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