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I pinch my lips together. I know very little about Jessie Callaghan, but from what’s circulated in the media, he doesn’t have a great family. “I think he had to stay and look after his mom or something.”

“Oh,” Luna replies, clearly wanting to ask more. “That’s a shame. He seems nice.”

I nod. I know Jensen is close to him, but that doesn’t surprise me. They’re both closed books, sharing little about themselves. In the time we’ve all been hanging out, Jessie has never said much about his personal life or past.

“This will be you next,” I say, looking around the garden set up for a wedding.

Luna smiles. “I hope so. Although, it’s never really been the day that interests me, more the night,” she giggles.

I waggle my brows. “Is that so, Luna Johnson?”

Jack clears his throat and stands. “Gross.”

Luna smirks at me. “Oh yes. Allllll the hot sex.”

I open my mouth to tell her I’m hoping for some of that tonight, but I check myself right at the last second. Whatever Jensen and I have going on needs to be kept under the vest. It’s just sex.

Hot sex.

Dickhead

Come upstairs.

I look downat the text as I hold my phone with shaky hands. It’s past eleven, and Jon and Felicity left for their honeymoon hours ago. Most day guests have left, leaving only a few behind, and they’re pretty much all couples.

Alone, I sit rocking on the swinging chair at the back of the garden and consider my options.

Me

Come get me if you want me.

Stop playing games, Katherine. You want to fuck me, and I’m desperate to fuck you. For once in your life, just do what I ask.

I down the rest of my wine and make my way out of the garden. He can have this round. I feel rude about ignoring everyone, but equally, I don’t want to attract attention to myself and where I’m about to go.

At the bottom of the wooden staircase, I inhale a deep breath and take each step, holding my long summer dress up so I don’t trip.

When I push open his bedroom door, my breath catches in my throat. Standing in the middle of the bedroom, he wears the same outfit and hot as fuck white shirt, his hands in the pockets of his pants. Like he’s waiting for me, his deep brown eyes areeven darker with feral need, and his sleek dark hair falls over his forehead and eyes.

Excitement races through me.

I’m going to get absolutely railed, and I’m fucking here for it.

We stand about three feet apart; his chest is heaving, and I can feel my pulse beating in my ears.

“Your move, Jones,” I say, throwing my purse and phone down on the cushioned seat in the corner.

He doesn’t move for several moments but then cocks his head toward the bed. “Take off that dress so I can see you in the thong you were bratty enough to wear. Then get on the bed and on your knees.”

For the first time in my life, I don’t want to argue with him. Unhooking the thin straps from over my shoulders, the dress falls to the floor with ease.

His eyes widen at the sight of me standing before him in only my underwear.

Unclipping the clasp, I take off my bra and then hook my thumb under the waistband of my thong, and all the while, he watches, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “You should know that I only do things on my terms, Jensen.”

Confidently, I climb onto the bed, but I don’t kneel for him. Instead, I climb under the covers. His cologne envelops me, sending heat straight to my core.

“Take your clothes off.” I wave a hand in front of me.