Page 86 of Blindsided

“You’re an asshole,” I grumble.

“But I’m your asshole.”

My face scrunches. “That did not work out how you thought it would.”

“No, it didn’t.” He laughs. Then he kisses me hard before spinning me around to face the sink. I wrap my fingers around the edge of the counter to keep my balance as he drops to his knees. The hem of my dress is shoved up over my hips, and Matthew’s groan rumbles against my ass. It seems he’s a fan of my black lacy thong.

A rip has me gasping. “Did you just tear off my underwear?”

“It was in the way.” His tone is matter-of-fact, and I would respond with outrage, but his mouth is devouring me. Fire licks up my center, pooling low in my belly with a heat that threatens to burn through me.

“Matty,” I whine. He’s everywhere and nowhere at the same time. He won’t stay in one place long enough to let me come, and it’s driving me crazy.

I whimper in distress when he pulls away from me.

“I’ll take care of you, pretty girl. Don’t worry.” The clink of his buckle is my only warning before the head of his hard cock is pressing against my slick opening. “Fuck, you’re scorching.”

Matthew’s fingers dig into my hips, and then he drives into me with punishing thrusts. His hand comes up to wrap around my throat, cutting off my quiet moans with a squeeze. A shudder moves through my body as my orgasm reaches a new height he’s never taken me to before. He plays my body with an expertise a professional musician would be envious of. I’ve never understood how he can read me so well.

“If you don’t come right now, pretty girl, I’m going to leave you dripping until we get home,” Matthew growls into my ear. I’m not sure if it’s the threat he would absolutely follow through on or the rumble of his voice that pushes me over the edge. Either way, I clamp down hard around him as I come on a silent scream.

“That’s my good fucking girl.” Matthew’s cock swells inside me, his body jolting as he comes with me.

I collapse down on the sink with Matthew leaning over me. He presses his forehead into my spine as we collect ourselves from the intensity of the moment.

“I can’t believe you convinced me to have sex with you at your brother’s wedding reception.”

“It didn’t take that much convincing.” He chuckles.

I send my elbow back into his rib cage, making him grunt. I catch his smile in the mirror as he pulls out of me. The slow slide makes me shiver.

He grabs a couple of paper towels and gets them wet to help me clean up. Then he helps me right my dress and fix my hair. It’s not going to completely hide the evidence of our escapades, but it’s something.

We walk out of the bathroom hand-in-hand at the same time that Adam comes down the hallway toward us.

He frowns. “Nice, Matthew. You couldn’t have waited a couple hours?”

“I don’t know. Could you have waited a couple more hours?”

Adam’s cheeks fill with a subtle pink that makes me think Matthew caught him and Ellie sometime after the ceremony.

“Mm-hmm. That’s what I thought.” Matthew chuckles. Adam punches him in the arm and then walks away. I’d be embarrassed about Adam catching us, but that interaction eased the guilt a little.

Matthew grabs us a couple of drinks as we watch our family and friends dance to the “Cha-Cha Slide.” I cuddle into Matthew’s side. I don’t think I could get any happier than I am at this moment. I’m surrounded by love from the best man I’ve ever known, not to mention the everlasting love of my friends. It’s a feeling I will never be able to recreate.

It’s been five months since I was kidnapped, and my life looks nothing and everything like I hoped it would. My book came out a month ago, and Matthew threw me an epic release day party. It was a blast and exactly what I needed to distract me from my sales, which were much better than expected. I wrote under a pen name to distance the model side of my life from my new author life. I’ve had enough crazy to last forever; I’d rather not take any more chances.

I still have no idea what I’ll do if this author gig doesn’t work out, but I figure I’ve got plenty of time to figure it out.

The song “All the Single Ladies” begins to blare, and the DJ asks all the single women to go out onto the dance floor.

Matthew pushes on my lower back to get me to go out there. I shake my head and try to fight his strength.

“I’m not single, Matty. Why would I go out there?”

“Because it’s fun. Just go.” He gives me another shove, and I give in with an eye roll. I stand next to Katie, who also seems to be out here under the peer pressure of Sara and Natalie.

“Did you get forced out here, too?” She raises an eyebrow.

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