Page 43 of Fit for Love

That’s a compliment, right?Same as if I told him that his proximity is making my nipples pebble, and my?—

No.Must think unsexy thoughts, like a wedding cake stuffed with sardines, pickles, and spicy mayo.Or a bowl of worms with spaghetti sauce.Or a room full of zombies that have spinach in their teeth.

Nope.Doesn’t work.The more we sway to the music, the more I want to strip that tux from Ashton’s shoulders and?—

The slow song stops.Ashton gently releases me and steps back, his expression unreadable.

Damn him and damn this stupid dance.Now I miss his touch, and that’s insane.

“Thank you, I’m going to my seat now,” I say loudly enough for Ashton—and more importantly, Emma and her grandmother—to hear.“I’m starving.”

Ashton nods mockingly.“I understand.I’m ravenous myself.”

Nostrils flaring, I turn on my heel and stride back to my seat, feeling very proud not to have yelled or otherwise created a scene.

The problem is, I’m still too turned on to enjoy the rest of the evening.I can’t even properly taste the wedding cake that the chef made to look like the chandelier hanging above us.All I can do is sneak glances at Ashton and curse myself for being so susceptible to a good-looking—okay, make that gorgeous—asshole.

“Okay, ladies and gentlemen,” Gala says after the cake is distributed.“The newlyweds can’t seem to wait to start their married life, so they’re headed for their bedroom.”

Emma blushes crimson, Marcus grins, and everyone makes inappropriate jokes, even Emma’s grandparents.

As the happy couple head down the corridor toward the master suite, the band starts playing one of Tierre’s favorite songs by AC/DC: “You Shook Me All Night Long.”

Chapter18

Ashton

After the newlyweds leave,the reception winds down.Emma’s grandparents leave next, followed by a few of the younger guests.Since I’m staying here at the mansion, I don’t rush to my room.Instead, I chew the lamp from the chandelier cake and ponder an important question: Why do boner pill commercials tell you to visit the ER if an erection lasts longer than four hours?I hope that directive only appliesafteryou’ve taken a boner pill.Because when I’m around Kendall—which I have been for more than four hours today—I’m hard almost all the time, so if I’m doing some permanent damage to my dick, it would be nice to know that.

Speaking of Kendall, she gets up from her seat, says farewell to a bunch of people, pointedly ignores me, and heads out, hips swaying from side to side, sending even more blood to my dick.

Fuck.Me.Why do I have this reaction toward the one woman who’s gotten it into her head to hate me?Is this some sort of fetish?

Just as I’m about to throw caution to the wind and follow her out, I hear a soft feminine voice say, “Hi,” yanking my brain back to reality.

I turn and see that it’s the photographer/MC, except she’s not holding the camera or the mic.

“Hey.”I scooch my chair deeper under the table to hide my Kendall-induced erection.“What’s up?”

Damn.Bad choice of words, all things considered.

The woman smiles.“You’re Ashton, right?”

I nod.“And you’re Gala?”

“Yes.”Her eyes gleam with delight.“That’s me…” She looks at me expectantly.

“You did a great job hosting the event,” I say.“And I can’t wait for those pictures.”Especially the one where Kendall’s butt was on my crotch.

Gala blinks rapidly, like a pretty owl.“I came over to tell you that I’m going to be off the clock in just a few minutes…”

“Oh.That’s great.”Is she propositioning me?Didn’t she tell me a few hours ago that Kendall and I had a vibe?Or is that what got her interested?

“Yeah.So…” She moistens her glossy lips.“I was wondering if you wanted to talk… afterward?”

Damn.Sheislooking for a fuck.I’m certain of it now.And she’s a great-looking woman, so considering that I’m a warm-blooded male with a hard-on problem, I should be jumping for joy.

I surprise all three of us—Gala, myself, and my cock—when I say, “I actually have to call my girlfriend in a few minutes.”

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