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“Just giving Ali a good luck kiss.”

“We can see that. You have her lip gloss all over your face,” Ria says and reaches to wipe his face the way a mother would with her small child.

Harry chuckles. “Who said it was her lip gloss?”

Everyone groans in disgust.

I busy myself reading the magazine that was left on our seats. Patrick gets up without a word and walks off; I really couldn’t care where he’s off too. Hopefully, in a cab home.

“Well, things look like they are going really well between you and Patrick.” I slam the magazine closed and slap it down on my lap.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m just commenting on what I see,” Brad smirks and I want to swipe it off his rugged face.

“Well, you can keep your observations to yourself.” I lean over and point at the empty chair.

“Where’s your date? Instead of commenting on mine, why don’t you go and find her? Maybe she got lost.”

He leans in closer. “You are so wrong about all of this, it’s almost funny.”

“Well, I’m glad I’m providing some entertainment. Cassidy doesn’t strike me as someone who can hold a conversation for very long.” There’s venom in my voice and I know I sound like a bitch, but I can’t help it.

“Oof, jealously looks hot on you.” His voice sends a shiver up my spine.

“I’m not jealous. Don’t flatter yourself,” I protest.

“I’d lose the attitude, baby girl, before I make it drip out of you.” His words have my clit throbbing and I cross my legs to suppress the ache. It’s been so long since he touched me. He smirks when he notices.

Dammit.

Before I can say another word, a waitress walks down our row, handing us glasses of champagne. I take one and drink the entire thing, welcoming the cold fizz into my dry mouth.

Brad hands me his glass. “Please, take mine too. I’ll look forward to carrying you to bed later.” He winks, his lip quirks up, and I toy with the idea of kissing him or slapping him. Both sound good right about now.

It’s a stupid move, but clearly, I’m not myself tonight, so I take the drink and down it in one. I give him a sarcastic smile and hand him back the empty glass.

He leans into my ear. “Excuse yourself in one minute and meet me near the bathrooms.” I don’t get to respond. He’s up and out of his seat, disappearing into the crowd. I internally count to thirty and decide to go find him.

“I’m just going to use the ladies before it starts,” I say to our friends. I leave my purse on my seat and push through the crowd. I follow the signs for the bathroom, and I find Brad leaning against the wall near reception. I reach him and he immediately takes me by the hand, dragging me down a corridor and through a door that says, ‘staff only’.

“Where are we going?” I pant, trying to keep up with him.

He looks over his shoulder, opening a door and looking inside. He pulls me in, and we are in a storage closet.

“What are you do—” He swallows my words when his mouth comes down on mine. My back hits the wall and I whimper.

But I don’t fight it. He steals my breath and I willingly let him. I melt into him and kiss him back with as much passion as he kisses me. Our hot breaths collide, and he kisses me with a primal need. This, this is passion. It’s raw and reckless, but that’s how he makes me feel. Reckless in the most delicious way. Being with him is addictive and though it may be wrong to the outside world, it feels so right. He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist; my dress rides up over my hips then he's placing me down, my skin hits the cold metal of the table.

“I fucking missed you,” he murmurs against my lips.

His confession only makes me need him more, because I’ve missed him too. He slides a hand up my thigh, is fingers stroking the hem of my dress.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I murmur.

“Well, then we’ve got a problem, baby girl, because I can’t stop doing this.”

“Brad… I…” I struggle to find the words.