Page 112 of Wish I Didn't Want You Back

I rolled my eyes. “I am not.”

He slipped his arms around my waist. “You are. By a whole minute.”

“Oh, my God. A whole minute,” I teased.

“I don’t like waiting.”

“Well, we better get started then.” I pulled on his tie and dragged him into the nearest bathroom.

The second the door closed, our mouths crashed together in a hungry,I can’t believe I just got marriedkind of kiss. My back hit the vanity as his hands went to my hips. “You know how needy I am when it comes to you.”

I smiled because I did, and I loved it.

His mouth moved to that spot below my ear. “I’ve been thinking about you in this damn dress since the second I sawyou.” His voice was rough as he nudged my legs apart. “I don’t think you have any idea what you are doing to me.”

“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea.” I panted, already tugging at his shirt.

“Of course you do. Hold on to this dress and make sure it stays out of my way.”

He kissed me slow and deep, not caring one bit that we were abandoning our family and friends.

I did what I was told and groaned when his fingers slid under the lace of my underwear. “Fuck, Harlow. You are already soaked.”

“Jeez, I can’t imagine why?” I said, wrapping my legs around him and kissing him deeper.

I barely had time to catch my breath before he slid another finger inside me.

My head dropped forward, and I tried to stifle my moan.

“We are married. You don’t have to be quiet.”

I tilted my head to the side and glared at him. “Do you want all our guests to hear me?”

He gave me a wicked grin. “It would give them something to remember.”

And then he dropped to his knees.

He looked so out of place in his rented suit, spreading my thighs apart, looking like he was about to feast on his favorite meal.

I guess, in a way, he kind of was.

Just as he was about to bury his head under my dress, a sound interrupted us from the other side of the wall.

We both froze.

My eyes were wide. “Did you hear that?”

Then, we heard a muffled moan and the rhythmic thumping of someone’s body hitting the wall.

“What in the world?” I gasped, pushing him back. I glanced at the door on the end. I hadn’t realized this was a Jack-and-Jill bathroom until now.

Then I heard a chuckle. My mouth flew open, and Brooks put his finger over my lips. There was no mistaking who that sound belonged to.

“That’s your brother,” I whispered.

“Fucking Hayes,” he muttered and dragged a hand down his face.

We both stared at each other. Neither one of us knew what to do.

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