Page 12 of Jilted

“Fresh out of the oven.”

“But… but… we’re in the coat closet.”

“I know.” I grinned and took a few steps toward her. “That’s a bonus. I won’t have to share the moment with spectators.”

Sloane had tried to cover up her reactions to my small touches all night—when I held her close to dance, when Iaccidentallybrushed my nose along her cheek… But now, with just the two of us in a confined space, she had nowhere to hide. Her cheeks flushed, and her chest heaved up and down. Seeing the effect I had on her was such a damn turn-on. It was a good thing I wasn’t going in search of someone to make me a cupcake now, or I might’ve emptied my bank account to get one.

I took another step closer and held out the cupcake. “Taste?”

She stared at it for a few heartbeats. It looked like she was debating her next move, and I hoped that move wasn’t her bolting past me and running out of here. For some reason, I really wanted her to enjoy the cupcake, even if I didn’t wind up getting that kiss. I would’ve spent the money just to watch her eat it. Eventually, she leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and licked a long, seductive line of frosting from the top. As she took the cream into her mouth,her eyes closed, and she made a noise that was a cross between a groan of happiness and one of pain.

Jesus Christ. At this rate, I wasn’t going to be able to hide what was happening in my pants when I walked out of here.IfI could even walk out of here. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to touch her. So I tossed the cupcake over my shoulder and closed the distance between us. Wrapping my hands around her cheeks, I pulled her to me and planted my lips over hers. She made that sexy groaning sound again, and I swear, it shot straight down to my balls. Slow went out the window after that. I reached around and grabbed her ass, lifting as I backed her up against the wall. I nipped at her bottom lip, begging for her to open. Our tongues eagerly collided, and the hint of sweet frosting mixed with her was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. Thougha tastewasn’t nearly enough. I wanted to devour every inch of her silky skin and leave marks where everyone could see. I felt like a teenager with a raging hard-on, unable to control myself. We groped and grabbed, nipped and sucked for a long time.

Until Sloane suddenly pulled back. It was so abrupt, I thought I’d done something wrong. At least until I followed her wide-eyed line of sight over my shoulder and realized we wereno longer alone. Someone had come into the coat closet. And that someone was the mother of the bride, and she didnotlook too happy.

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“Oh my God,” I mumbled under my breath. “Please, pleasetell me I didn’t do that.”

“Do what?”

I jumped. “You scared the crap out of me.”

Elijah leaned against my office doorway. “Sorry, I thought you were talking to me.” His brows furrowed. “Who the hell were you talking to?”

“Come in, come in.” I waved impatiently. “Shut the door behind you.”

I lifted my phone and used two fingers to zoom in on the Instagram photo for a better look. Confirming what I’d thought I’d seen, I shut my eyes and blew out a deep breath. “I posted a nip-slip pic.”

“A what?”

“A photo with a nipple that slipped out!”

“Of you?”

“I wish! It’s one of the bridesmaids from Saturday night. I took a few photos for the magazine’s Insta. I’d completely forgotten I did it until I got the message from Bill.”

“The boss noticed it?”

“I’m not sure, but he messaged and said he was coming down in a little while to talk to me with the big boss. I thought it was about the coat closet, which would be bad enough. But then I saw the magazine’s Instagram had gained a lot of followers, so I took a closer look. I don’t even remember posting anything.” I turned the phone around and held it out to Elijah.

His eyes widened. “That’s a whole-ass nipple. How did you miss that thing?”

I dropped my head into my hands. “I was drunk. I made out with that guy in the coat closet and then—”

“Whoa!Back up. What guy in the coat closet?”

“Wilder. The guy with the ridiculous blue eyes.”

“Him?” Elijah’s lips curved to a dirty grin.“Nice!”

“No, it’s not nice! It was a stupid thing to do. One minute we were having drinks, the next we were eating cupcakes.”

“Cupcakes? I didn’t see any cupcakes?”

“I don’t even know where Wilder got them. After they cut the cake, he asked me if I wanted a piece. I said I preferred cupcakes to cake, and a little while later, we were eating cupcakes in the coat closet. Then we were making out. The mother of the bride walked in on us—and she’sfriendswith Ted Hayes, the CEO of Hayes Media, the guy who owns the company that owns this magazine!” I pulled my hair at the roots. “Now I don’t know if they’re on their way down to fire me for that or the nipple pic.”

“Give me your phone,” Elijah said. “Let’s get rid of the evidence.”

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