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Harper looked at the dance floor. “You didn’t miss anything. But it’s time to usher everyone outside to send off the bride and groom.”

“Let’s do it.” I was anxious for this night to be over. I wanted to be alone so I could dissect every moment of my time on the roof with Finn. It had been explosive. I’d never felt so out of control.

I couldn’t have resisted him if I tried. I smiled and guided the guests to the front of the hotel, where the white limo idled for the newlyweds. I couldn’t help but remember every touch of Finn’s fingers, every press of his skin against mine, and his cock seated deep. I still ached with the memory of him inside me, and my panties were wet with the evidence of our lovemaking.

I mentally shook my head. What we’d done wasn’t special. It was just sex. A onetime thing that couldn’t happen again.

I’d never had sex in a public location like that before, and I hadn’t even worried about being caught. Somehow, I knew Finn would protect me. That he wouldn’t have started anything if he thought there was a possibility of us being seen.

Warmth wrapped around my chest and curled around my heart. I couldn’t believe I’d been with Finn Evans. The musician with the talented hands and the mouth with the quick retort. I was obviously crazy to let loose like that with him.

But it had been amazing, a night to remember. I couldn’t wait to get home and relive every moment in my mind.

But first, the bride and groom needed their send-off. Harper produced the small vials of bubbles, and we handed them out. When they walked out hand in hand, with huge smiles on their faces, I wondered if this moment was in the future for me. I never thought I needed the ceremony or the piece of paper, but there was something about declaring your life for another person, vowing to love them forever, that had a certain appeal.

Why did Finn’s smiling face pop into my mind? He didn’t want a relationship or marriage. He didn’t want me.

I focused on directing the cleanup, knowing I’d need to stop by tomorrow to finish. When I was finally home, I kicked off my heels and padded quietly to my bedroom. Ireland’s door was shut, and no light showed from underneath.

From my short time living with her, I knew she went to bed early. We made good roommates.

I shut the door with a soft click behind me, washing off the makeup and brushing my hair in the en suite before jumping in the shower. My body still hummed from sex. My core was a little sore from him being inside me, but I wanted more.

My clit was tingling. It was like he’d ignited a fire within me that I couldn’t put out. As the water flowed over my skin, I circled my clit, easing a finger inside, needing to feel that high again. The memory of his cock inside me, pounding me, spurred me on. It wasn’t as intense, but it still felt good.

In no time, I was crying out as I spasmed around my fingers. My legs were shaky as I turned off the water and wrapped myself in a heated towel. Ireland had every amenity imaginable in her place.

The mirror lit up different colors as I gazed at myself in the mirror. I felt like a new person, even if I didn’t look any different. I quickly toweled off and slid a silky negligee over my tingling body.

I wished I had more to remember him by than the ghost of his hands over my body and the feel of his cock inside me. I wanted more time with him. I wanted to feel his body hovering over mine, pressing me into the mattress.

I wanted him in every position. I wanted to explore his body.

I rolled over with a groan, knowing sleep would be difficult.

Finn opened my eyes to the possibility of great sex with someone who didn’t expect anything in return. I wondered if he’d be up for it again.

For once, I wasn’t going to worry about the consequences. I felt alive, and it was the best feeling in the world.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Finn

I waited for Aria to make her way to the steps and then took a few seconds to get myself together. I’d been propositioned many times after gigs, but I’d never done anything like that. I’d never fucked anyone in a public place.

When Jacob showed me the bar, he said that it wasn’t used unless there was a VIP staying overnight, and there were no video cameras because they wanted their privacy. It was the perfect place to take Aria.

I hadn’t meant for it to go that far. I’d only wanted to get more time with her. I wanted her to see the town like I did, the buildings with the harbor in the distance. The boats bobbing on the water. When she’d wanted to look at the stars, she’d unknowingly pressed her tits against my chest, and all reason flew from my body.

I needed to touch her. Kiss her. I wanted to feel her. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

She didn’t strike me as the kind of girl who let go, and I was honored she’d done it with me.

After I’d steadied my breathing and straightened my clothes, I followed her out. I had no intention of going back into that ballroom, and I didn’t envy Aria, who needed to get back to work. Instead, I drove home, anxious to be alone with my thoughts.

I couldn’t regret what happened because it had been the best sex of my life. I didn’t indulge that often anymore, but when I did, it was with someone I had no connection to. Someone I met at a bar or on a dating app, not someone I’d developed a relationship with.

My chest ached with the knowledge that it had been different with Aria. I couldn’t resist her.

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