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TAYLOR

Well, this is unexpected.

And . . . hot.

I’ve been dreading this wedding, knowing it’s going to make me feel like a failure in the Department of Romantic Attachments all over again. I’ve been through bad dates, mad breakups, and sad disappointments.

But . . . wow. JP Wynn is such a sexy bad boy. And he wants me. Why shouldn’t I have a one-night pre-wedding fling?

I saw the way every other woman there tonight looked at him. He’s so brazenly masculine . . . big, hard body, dark hair and beard stubble, gorgeous blue eyes, and a cocky smirk that promises all the wicked things he’d like to do to me . . . some of which he actually said out loud, which is so . . . bad.

This is the Wynn brother I’m supposed to hate. He’s a dick. He stole his own brother’s girlfriend. What kind of jerk would do that? I know they’re trying to get past it, but I formed my impression of him before I even met him—from that, and from his hockey play. I’m not supposed to like him. Only now . . . I’m ready to lose my panties over him.

I’m a little horrified by this.

And excited.

I told myself I should walk out of the hotel, get home early, and sleep alone the night before the wedding. I should not go to the hotel room of a man I barely know . . . but here I am.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

As I turn to face him, I register minimal details about the suite JP’s staying in—doors onto a balcony that overlooks the ocean open to the fresh evening breeze, a thick rug on the dark wood floor, cream and blue décor, and a door to a bedroom with a huge bed covered in a white duvet.

“This suite is lovely,” I say in a husky voice as I drop my purse and my bag on the coffee table.

A stupid thing to say. I should be making some kind of sexy, sophisticated remark.

He walks toward me, eyes on my face, stopping in front of me. He’s tall. And I’m even wearing three-inch heels. “So are you.”

He reaches for me and uses both hands to smooth my hair back, so gently, then he cups my face. His eyes smolder blue and his mouth is ridiculous . . . sharply carved, with a perfect full bottom lip.

“You keep looking at me like that,” he says gruffly.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to kiss me.”

“I . . . do.”

“Fuck, so do I.” With a groan, his thick eyelashes lower and his mouth touches mine.

It’s a soft kiss, long and gentle and anticipatory. Sparks float through my veins. My belly flip-flops, heat pooling low inside me. Then he lifts his mouth, tilts my head with his big hands, and kisses me again, this time opening his mouth on mine.

I whimper and open to him as he licks inside my mouth. His tongue is strong and hot, sliding against mine, and heat sweeps through me like wildfire. I slide my hands around the back of his neck and press closer still, body to body, and he’s aroused. So am I.

His kisses are delicious, his mouth firm and demanding, his tongue licking into my mouth so hot I think my bones are melting. I press myself harder against his erection and he groans. “Wow,” he murmurs, kissing my cheek. “You are so fucking hot.”

“So are you. You’re a good kisser.”

“Give me that mouth again.”

His words have my belly squeezing with excitement and we kiss again, long, deep, wet, and scorching hot. Flames build inside me like a match thrown on dry kindling.

JP’s hands move over me, sliding down to my ass to pull me up against him. I love how he squeezes me, then coasts his hands up my sides to brush against the sides of my breasts. I want his hands on my skin, everywhere. The ache between my legs is relentless. Insistent. I also want my hands on him, everywhere, feeling every hard muscle, especially that one that’s so rigid behind his zipper.

“Let’s get you out of this dress.” His hands move over me, seeking the zipper. “I need to see your sexy body. And get my hands on you.”

“On the side.” Breathless, I reach for the zipper myself, but he takes over, yanking it down and letting the dress fall off me. I undo my bra and toss it aside as he drags my panties down my legs.

I’m still in my suede heels and he pauses, his hands on my calves. My entire body quivers as his palms caress my legs. “Jesus, that’s hot,” he says hoarsely. Then he stands and yanks off his tie while I work on his shirt buttons. Together, we get him undressed too, and he picks me up and carries me to the bed, which has my belly fluttering again.

He disappears into the bathroom briefly, returning with a condom he rolls onto his stiff cock. I can only stare in desperate admiration as he walks toward me, his body so beautiful and perfect.

He comes down over me—wide shoulders, strong arms, knees on either side of me. His thick, strong thighs flex as he easily adjusts my position beneath him, shifting me on the bed with his hands on my hips, and I reach for his face to cup it as he kisses me. I bend my legs and reach down between us to find his cock, eager to have him inside me, filling this aching need.

“Wait, baby. Need to make sure you’re ready.” He pushes back up onto his knees and moves my hands aside. He strokes his fingers through my pussy, and yes, I’m ready. I’m wet and swollen and sensitive. “Oh yeah. That’s fucking sweet.”

My eyes fly open wide as he lifts his fingers to his mouth and licks my taste off them. “Holy mother . . . I need you. Inside me. Please.”

“Yeah. Want to fuck you so bad. Christ . . .”

He takes his shaft in his hand and rubs the head through my slick folds, over my clit. I jolt with sensation, holding my knees back, opening myself to him, watching him. He groans, then slowly finds my entrance, pushing inside deliberately, unhurriedly, watching my face with an intensity that mesmerizes me. Heat blasts through me as he penetrates me deeper, deeper still, my body closing around him. My mouth opens and my breathing picks up speed, my heart racing.

He moves faster. Faster . . . pumping into me, causing my body to shake with sensation. He grips one of my thighs and one of my hips, plunging deeper, harder. My breasts are bouncing, and he lifts his hands to cover both of them, squeezing, tweaking my nipples. Pleasure rolls through me, intensity building in my core and spiraling higher inside me.

I slide a hand down to my pussy to rub my clit.

“Want me to do that?” he asks in a low, gruff voice.

I roll my head on the bed in a negative, so needy I just want to come.

He nods, his gaze holding mine, his eyes dark and hungry. This only adds to the intensity, the feeling of connection between us.

My fingers work, finding the right spot, the right pressure, the power of his cock stroking over sensitive nerve endings inside me sending me flying up and up and up, filling me with dazzling sensation.

He lets out a shout and a long, harsh groan, going still against me. I feel him pulsating inside me, and I squeeze around him again and again. I’m dizzy and dazed, breathless and quivering.

He lowers himself to find my mouth with his, taking mine in a long, heated kiss, our bodies still joined so intimately.

He moves off me and collapses on the bed next to me. I’m panting, my body still quivering, my inner muscles pulsing. “Holy shit,” I gasp. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”

“I don’t want to be that guy and say ‘I told you so’ . . .”

I choke on a laugh. “I think you just were that guy. But I’ll allow it, since I’m demolished.”

JP reaches out a hand and flattens it on my belly. “I’m demolished too.”

At the same moment, we roll to face each other. He studies me, stroking my hair, my shoulder, the top curve of one breast. Heat swells around us, thick and heavy. “That wasn’t enough.”

I slide my bottom lip between my teeth. “I know.”

“Stay here with me tonight.”

“That’s crazy.”

“I know. But why not?”

“I have to send a quick text.”

He frowns as I slide out of bed to go find my purse. “A text to who?”

I pause at the bedroom door, looking over my shoulder. “Be right back.”

Telling him I still live with my parents might be a mood killer. I’d rather do that when I’m back in bed, pressed up against him.

I send my mom a text to let her know I won’t be home tonight, then expel a sigh. I’m twenty-four years old. I lived on my own when I was in college. Moving back in with my parents has been rough. I’ve been independent, used to not answering to anyone, and it annoys me that I have to now, but I do it because I know my mom will worry if she wakes up in the morning and I’m not there.

I return to the bed and slip under the covers. JP is sitting up against the pillows, his eyebrows knitted, his mouth tight.

“Do you think I’m texting a boyfriend or something?” My lips lift with amusement at his black look.

“I have no idea.” His jaw tics.

“It’s my parents. I live with them.”

“Oh.” His face relaxes, and he lets out a short breath that almost sounds like relief. Then his forehead wrinkles again. “Uh . . . they’re okay with you staying all night?”

“I don’t ask their permission.” I lay my hand on his chest and gently rub a circle. “I just tell them. Out of courtesy.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“I don’t want to be living with them, but I just graduated. I have student loans, and homes are so expensive here . . . even renting a little studio apartment is more than I can afford right now.”

He nods. “Yeah. I guess it’s good you have that option. Pay off your loans, save some money.”

“Right.” He gets it. Whew.

He rolls me onto my back, moving over me. “Bottom line, you’re mine all night. And I can’t wait to taste that sweet pussy again. This time I want to feel you come on my mouth.”

I melt into the bed. “Ohhh.”

He parts my thighs with his rough hands, stroking the sensitive skin slowly up and down as he positions himself between them. His intent gaze on my pussy has my skin tingling everywhere.

He takes his time, massaging me, petting me, then finally bending his head to touch his mouth to me. My body is a mass of anticipation, quivery, needy for his touch. He licks leisurely along my outer lips, one side then the other, his hands reaching up to cup and squeeze my breasts. He takes his time exploring all around my pussy, sliding his tongue over my thighs, kissing my lower abdomen, then stroking over my flesh again. He kisses me, gently sucks me into his mouth and releases, his nose nudging me, then draws the flat of his tongue all over me again.

After long, excruciating, delicious moments, I’m writhing, heat pooling in my groin, my hips lifting off the bed. I set one foot on his shoulder.

“Beauty,” he murmurs, lifting his head and using his fingers to probe deeper into my hidden parts. “So sweet and pretty.”

A soft noise escapes my lips.

He pushes a finger deep inside me, then two fingers, crooking them, massaging my inner wall as he closes his lips over my clit. My body jolts like a live wire and I cry out.

He makes noises of enjoyment as he eats at me, pulling on my flesh, suckling and licking until I’m shaking, my abs clenching, my thighs trembling. Tension twists inside me, coiling and intensifying, drawing up and up, then bursting. I babble senselessly, fingers tugging at JP’s thick hair, my hips elevating off the bed, pushing my pussy to his mouth as I come in endless, glorious waves of pleasure.

“Gorgeous.” He gently licks me a few more times, slowly and almost reverently, then with another of those easy moves that demonstrate his strength, he flips me onto my belly. I gasp. I lift my head, but his warm hand presses on my middle back, then he lifts my hips. Shock reverberates through me as he once again presses his mouth to my pussy, this time from behind.

“Oh God.”

“Making you come turns me on,” he growls. “I’m so fucking hard now it hurts. Need to be inside that sweet, wet pussy.”

“Yes.” I close my eyes, my cheek pressed to the smooth sheet.

There’s a pause as he gloves up, then his hands are on my butt cheeks, fondling me in a way that’s both sweet and filthy. I know he’s looking at me, seeing my most intimate secret places. My skin burns, my insides still tender and pulsing, aching for him to fuck me.

And he does, slowly easing into me. A long, low groan reaches my ears, thrilling me. I arch my back to take him deeper and he slides all the way in, thick and heavy, pressing his groin against my ass, holding my hips.

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” he rasps. “Your pussy all around me . . . I just want to fuck . . . and fuck . . . and fuck.”

“Do it.” My fingers curl into the sheets. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I like it hard.”

I’ll probably be embarrassed about that later, but right now, I don’t care, I just want to feel him pounding into me. He moves carefully, as if holding back, and I push my ass back against him with each stroke. His hand rubs up and down my back, then tangles into my hair. The tug on my scalp is wickedly erotic and sweetly painful. Sensation skitters down my spine.

He pulls my hair as he thrusts, and I’m slamming against him, my body jolting. And there it is . . . another orgasm building. Really?

This time he does it for me, reaching around to find my clit, plucking it, then circling it with wet fingertips. I shudder and tense, another surge of sensation ripping through me just as he comes too, shouting out his pleasure.

He leans over me and fastens his mouth onto my shoulder in a love bite, his chest heaving against my back. I’m limp. Dazed. Ruined.

Wow.