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“Do you think he’ll be upset that he missed Ryan’s wedding?”
“Nah. It wasn’t a real wedding, anyway.”
“It was a real wedding, Lee. It may just be a piece of paper to you guys, but it’s the real thing. It’s the commitment. It’s everything.”
But when the front door opens and Jenna walks through, spotting the crap I’ve set out in her bedroom, the look on herface supports my logic that it is everything. Because even if it was just a piece of paper, today is her wedding day.
“Let’s go to your place,” I say to Liam. “Leave the newlyweds in peace.” I hop up from the sofa and give Jenna the tightest, most genuine hug I can muster before wishing her every happiness.
Chapter 27
Liam
I lie on my bed waiting for Vicky, flicking through the channels on the TV; the one that Ryan helped me fix to the wall. I haven’t even bothered to change out of my tux. I expect her to be in her lounge wear; but when my bedroom door open, she slips inside still dressed in the incredible gown she wore for Ladies’ Night.
Without a word, she unzips her dress, steps out of it, picks it up, and drapes it over the chair in the corner of my room.
“What are you trying to do to me?” I groan. She’s standing there in a pair of sheen stockings and her Louboutin’s. A matching set of underwear made from a dark-green lacy material makes my dick instantly hard.
“What?” She steps out of her shoes and pads over to my closet, plucking a t-shirt out and dropping it over her head. Her bra comes off next. She rummages underneath the fabric of the shirt and, as if by magic, it appears out of the left sleeve.
“You could have at least let me see your tits,” I say.
She sits on the edge of the bed, and I glue my eyes to her, intently watching as she rolls her stockings off.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, but loud enough for her to turn her head towards me with a grin on her face.
“You okay?”
“Are you doing this on purpose?” I ask. “Because this isn’t fair.”
“What’s not fair?” she rolls off her other stocking and then hops onto the bed, kneeling. She’s looking at me, her hair loose over her right shoulder, and she bites her lip.
“You know you’re a smokeshow at the best of times, but right now …” I have to adjust my dick which has become uncomfortable underneath my slacks.
Vicky sits there for a moment as if she’s thinking. She opens her mouth to speak—once, twice, and a third time before settling on keeping it closed. She turns around and looks at the TV.
“Are you okay?” I ask. In a flash, she’s facing me again, her hands on her thighs as she folds her legs underneath her. “You’ve got that look in your eye.”
The look. The look Vicky has when she wants something and I have a feeling I know what she wants.
“Well, I know we said just one time and all, but what about a friendly favour?”
This gets my attention. “A friendly favour?”
“Well, yeah, just as a one-off.” She shifts to straddle my calves. “Another one-off.”
“I, uh—”
“It’s just an idea. We don’t have to,” she says, moving away, but I’m quick with my belt. As soon as I undo it, she’s looking at me with those beautiful eyes of hers.
“I, uh …” All the words I thought I knew have gone.
She leans forward, tugging at my pants, and I raise my hips. “You can say no,” she says. But I’m quick with myboxers, pushing them down, forcing my dick to spring free. Undoing the buttons on my dress shirt gives it some space.
“I know I’ve said this before, but I love it,” she says.
“What do you love?” I ask, playing the game.
