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“I can help with that, if you want me to.” She runs her fingers down my forearm.

I run my hands along her bare thighs, her nightshirt riding up as I settle them at her hips. “Please.”

“Okay.” Essie lifts her nightshirt over her head and drops it on the floor, leaving her naked. The pink gems decorating her nipples glint in the dim room. She drags her nails down my chest and dips her fingers into the waistband of my shorts. “Should I take these off?”

“Yeah. Yes.” I lift my hips and she tugs them down, freeing my erection.

She grips my length and strokes from base to tip. “How do you want me, Nate?” Her eyes are guileless, expression open.

And I’m suddenly terrified that she’ll see the truth. I have feelings for her. Real ones. And I don’t want to risk fucking things up. Not here. Not now. Not when I need her. So I grab her by the hips and spin her around, her back to my chest, and pull her into my lap.

There’s a condom on the table. She tears it open and pushes the latex ring up, holding it out to me. I kiss the back of her neck as I roll it down my length.

I should take care of her first, make sure she comes. She stayed with me all night, took care of me, brought me food, and here I am, drowning out the shit in my head with her body. Hiding the feelings I’m not supposed to have. I’m half a second away from stopping, but Essie reaches between her legs, positions my cock at her entrance, and sinks down.

The relief is instantaneous and damning. I grip her hip with one hand and bar the other across her chest. Cupping one breast in my palm, I hold her tight and rest my forehead against the back of her neck, letting her warmth seep into me. Pleasure and need drown out the sadness and anger. Worry dissipates with primal hunger. “Fuck me.”

“I’d like to, but it’s hard to move like this.” She shimmies her hips, her voice light.

I kiss her neck and slip a hand between her thighs. “Let me take care of you first.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll come if you let me move.”

I unbar my arm from across her chest, and she starts to lean forward.

“No.” I pull her back against me. “Stay here. I want you like this.”

“Whatever you need, Nathan.” She rests her head on my shoulder as she rolls her hips, sliding her tight pussy up and down my cock.

“Just you. You’re all I need.” And I mean it, in ways she doesn’t realize. Not yet. But I could tell her. After the wedding is over. When we’re home.

Her lips brush the edge of my jaw as I move her over me.

“You feel so fucking good, Essie. You’re perfect. Everything about you.” I dip my fingers between her thighs and play withher clit ring until she moans my name and spasms around me. I follow right behind her, holding her tightly.

I can hide how I feel for now. I have to.

But when we’re back in Toronto, that could change.

Fear makes my throat tight but hope tugs at its fingers.

What if she could be mine?

CHAPTER 24

NATE

“How was the flight?” I hug my dad, and when his girlfriend steps forward, I awkwardly hug her too. “It’s nice to see you again, Sophia.”

I’ve only met her a couple of times. She’s friends with Lavender, and only in her early thirties. I’m happy my dad is finally dating again, and she’s nice, but it’s weird to have her at my brother’s wedding.

“This hotel is awesome!” My younger brother, Brody, is clearly pumped.

“We’re gonna have the best time!” Chase Lovett, his best friend, is practically bouncing. He hugs his girlfriend to his side, who happens to be Essie’s younger sister, Cammie. “Isn’t that right, precious?”

She side-eyes him while he grins down, her expression impassive. “We will definitely have the best time, as long as you and Brody don’t take excessive advantage of the free and plentiful booze.”

“I’ll keep them in line,” I tell her.

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