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Cole thrust his muscular hips, driving into me. I didn’t know if his penis had some sort of a curve or was just magic, but it stroked that spot deep inside me that no one had ever reached. “Oh yeah. That’s it, babe. Just like that.” The words flew out of my mouth, loud and uninhibited, before I could stop them.

“Fuck, yeah. I’m gonna give it to you, Jenny. Oh my fucking God, you’re unbelievable.” His thrusts became rougher, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. I reached down and stroked his balls like I’d done in the shower, and he cried out.Loud.

I slapped one hand over his mouth but didn’t stop stroking with the other. His balls tightened underneath my touch, and pure female satisfaction surged through me. He was going to come. He was going to come forme.

I bounced up and down on his long, hard cock, my climax building deep inside me.

“Fuck!” Cole screamed against my palm as he came. Feeling his hot seed inside me pushed my orgasm over the edge. My eyes rolled back in my head as I flew higher and higher, my body vibrating with magic Cole-Bryson penis delight.

Cole slapped his hand over my mouth as I cried out, but I didn’t even notice.

When I returned to earth, I realized we had our hands over each other’s mouths.

We both burst out laughing, but you couldn’t really hear it.

“Mr. Bryson? Ms. Jenny? Do you need another gown?” Camille sniffed from outside the dressing room.

I took my hand off Cole’s mouth. “Nah, we’re good,” he called. “We’ll take all of these!”

And then we burst out laughing again.

CHAPTER 17

Cole

Between the seals,the shopping, and all the sex, I’d seriously been neglecting my phone. There were five messages from Shirley, which I answered. TheForbesphoto shoot had gone well. She asked me how Jenny was, and I responded with a single thumbs-up emoji, which I hoped would quell her appetite for information.

Probably not, but it was worth a shot.

There were also messages from Kevin that my father still hadn’t received the approvals from Ramos and was getting more agitated by the minute. I didn’t respond. I felt sorry for Kevin, but he could at least quit my father and walk away.

It wasn’t as easy for me, his only son.

Jenny chose the gold-lamé dress for the rehearsal dinner. It was short and showcased her unforgettable legs. I wondered if we could manage sex in the elevator on the way down, but I forced myself to behave. If the Windsor sisters caught us doingthat, I might actually get evicted.

Il Pastorne was one of the fanciest restaurants in Boston. It was a short walk from the Liberty, although with Jenny’s spiked heels, it still took us a few minutes to get there. She letout a whistle when we reached the building. It was white, old-fashioned, and proper, much like the Prestons themselves.

“This is even fancier than the last place!” She blinked up at the white-stone facade.

“It’s stupid-fancy, but the food’sah-mazing.” I preferred a more casual atmosphere, like Alfonso’s, but even I had to admit that the food at Il Pastorne was second to none. “You’ll love it.”

“Just don’t order me any of that grilled octopus stuff, Coley,” she warned. “Or you won’t be getting any action tonight!”

I laughed. “I don’t know if I can handle any more action tonight,” I admitted. We’d had sex in the showeragainwhen we returned to the penthouse that afternoon. “But I promise I won’t order octopus.”

“Good thing, baby.” She positioned herself at my side as we prepared to enter the restaurant.

“You look beautiful, Jenny. That dress is the bomb.”

She smiled up at me and tossed her hair. “I have a very special billionaire to thank for it. Now stop lookin’ at me like that, or we’ll get arrested for indecent exposure or something.”

We headed inside, and I took a deep breath. Il Pastorne’s interior was gorgeous, pristine, and formal, with crystal chandeliers, soaring ceilings, and white tablecloths. Jenny looked impressed with the surroundings, ogling all the crystal and tuxedoed waitstaff. I felt like I was seeing the restaurant for the first time through her eyes. It made me appreciate it more.

Still, part of me wanted to throw her over my shoulder, carry her back to the penthouse, lay in bed, and watch New England Sports Network till we fell asleep. James and I had been friends forever, but his family was not my favorite. His brother Todd was okay. But his father was uptight, silent, and vaguely disapproving, and his mother was an absolute stone-cold bitch. Celia Preston liked me and approved of my friendship with James, but that’s because I had a trust fund and a pedigree. Myfather belonged to the country club and had a second home on Nantucket; the Bryson family was of use to Celia Preston. We passed the test.

Audrey had nothing to offer them—no connections, fortune, or fabulous second home that could be borrowed to host a fundraising gala. Celia wouldneverapprove of her. And if she found out she was a professional escort? She’d absolutely lose her shit.

I glanced at Jenny, wondering for the first time what my father would think of the fact that I’d hired an escort.Who cares?I didn’t, but I also had a feeling he would be angry. Nothing was more important than his name, his business, his legacy.

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