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I’ve always found her attractive, but she’s absolutelybreathtakingright now.

Rory’s eyes catch mine for a moment, and my heart skips a beat. I keep my composure because the last thing I need is for anyone to notice.

Especially when Skip is sitting in the second row.

The procession continues, and Lucia joins Rory and Lo at the front. Once we’re all in position, the music changes to an instrumental love song as we all wait for the bride.

When she appears with her father, the crowd collectively gasps. Seeing Ella in a ballgown was to be expected—that’s just who she is. What I didn’t expect was just how much glitter was going to be involved. She could rival a disco ball with the way the light reflects off of her.

It’s all very Ella, and she’s never seemed happier.

I hear a sniffle and look over at Josh, who is dabbing his eyes as he watches his wife-to-be walk down the aisle to him.

I can’t help but wonder what I’d do in that situation. Would I be crying, too? Would I be wiping my own tears away as I watch my future wife walk down the aisle?

Then, another thought strikes me.

I think Ididjust watch that.

It’s not my own wedding, but I just watched Rory walk down the aisle, my eyes on her the entire time. My only thoughts being about how beautiful she is.

I told Ari last weekend that if I ever fall in love, it will be with Rory Fisher.

And I’m already falling…

After the ceremony, the wedding party goes off into snowy Central Park for pictures while the guests enjoy cocktail hour.

When we finish our portion of the pictures, Josh and Ella go off on their own while the rest of us return to the bridal suite to warm up and enjoy some of our cocktails.

Rory’s made sure to keep a healthy enough distance between us so as not to raise any suspicion, but now’s my opportunity. Harlow is currently cuddling with Knox on the couch. Lane and Lucia are both playing with Sage. And my girlfriend is alone over by the small bar.

I slide in behind her, wrapping my arm low around her back and whispering against her ear. “God, I can’t wait to fuck you tonight.”

“Looking forward to it,” she smiles, taking a sip of her red wine. Merlot, I think.

I return her smile. “You look incredible, baby. It was so hard not to just stare at you during the processional.”

Rory’s face is mischievous. “I’m sure it was veryhardfor you, Sparrow. You seem to always have ithardaround me.”

“You’re devious.”

“I told you before that I’m not a good girl,” she goads. Leaning closer, she lowly adds, “It’s so much more fun to be Daddy’s little slut.”

That’s a kink I didn’t know I had until last night.

“Keep it up,” I breathe, “and I’ll find us a closet. You’re a fucking temptress.”

She lightly laughs before changing the subject. “This is such a beautiful wedding.”

“It is,” I say. “Very festive, too.”

“You won’t hear me complain,” Rory laughs. “I love Christmas.”

“I know you do. That’s why my apartment was decorated when I invited you over a few weeks ago.”

She eyes me. “The night I said we would ‘get it out of our systems?’”

I laugh heartily. “Yeah, I lied about that. I knew it wouldn’t work. But I wasn’t going to miss my opportunity to get to know how you taste.”

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