Page 42 of Always a Bridesmaid

He ground his teeth. “Do it or I will.”

“Or you’ll what?”

He walked toward her, forcing her back until she was stuck between his heaving chest and the wall. “Or I will rip that thing off your fucking body and put this on myself.”

Memories of last night flooded back, of him lifting her dress, pushing her down on the desk and taking her from behind, causing her breath to catch.

“I’m thinking about it too. It’s all I can think about.” His hands cupped her hips, and he backed her so far into the wall, she went up on her tiptoes. “Which part do you replay?” His fingers slid under the hem of her shirt until they met bare skin. “Which part, love?”

“The part where you had an NDA.”

Genuine regret overtook his expression, but he didn’t step back. “I am so fucking sorry. I never should have even had the thing written up.”

“I’m not mad about that. I just feel stupid that I didn’t see it coming. I went against my number one rule and got involved, Hank, and for what? Every time I look at your sister, I feel likeshit. Every time I think about what happened between us, and the way it ended, I feel like shit.”

He tucked her hair behind her ear. “It doesn’t have to end like that. Give me another chance, Elle.”

“What’s the point? I leave in a few days. You live in Monaco. I live in the States.”And my name isn’t Elle.

“How about we just focus on the next few days and then take it from there,” he said.

No matter how amazing that sounded, she couldn’t. The second she boarded that flight home, her carriage would turn back into a pumpkin and this Cinderella would go back to being just a run-of-the-mill plain Jane—actress, liar, and con artist.

While her ex’s cruel words had hurt, deep down she’d never believed them. That was, until this very moment. Jane had never felt like such a fraud. But it was easy to bury that when Henry was looking at her as if she were the most amazing thing in the world.

“Then let’s focus on the next few days,” he said again, as if setting a countdown clock would make all the problems disappear. Then again, maybe they would. Just because she’d been mad didn’t mean she’d stopped wanting him. With him standing all up in her personal space, it reminded her of just how much.

“What about your sister?” Because that was a big problem.

“We keep this between us.”

She liked that answer. With that problem handled, it made her think what harm could possibly come from continuing this affair for just another few days? It wasn’t as if either of them had time for a proper relationship. And the sexual tension between them was almost unbearable. Too much for one little Clitorator to handle.

He must have sensed the change in her because his voice was rough like tossed gravel when he asked, “What are you thinking about?”

“All of it,” she admitted.

“Good girl.” His thumbs slid over her flat stomach as he glided his hands up, higher and higher until her shirt was bunched at her armpits. “Lift your arms.”

Unable to resist his allure, she did as asked andpoof, her shirt was gone, leaving her in nothing but racing-red lace.

His gaze lowered, eating up every inch of her. “I like the team spirit.”

Before she knew what was happening, he dropped to his knees and was sucking her through the lace, her nipples going hard beneath the delicious friction of his mouth and tongue.

He devoured one and then the other, before kissing his way down the flat of her abs to her stomach, then resting his forehead there.

“Who is he?” His lips moved against her skin.

“What?” she asked in a sex-filled haze.

“The guy you brought.”

She chuckled. “Finn?”

“He even sounds like a pompous prick.”

“He’s a little too young to be pompous, since he’s only twelve and just survived a kidney transplant.” Henry looked up at her through his lashes at her words. “His only wish is to meet his hero, who was shooting daggers at the crowd the whole time.”

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