she’d wanted him for, well, forever. He was the perfect solution. She wasn’t looking for commitment, just one smoking-hot night when she could finally let loose.
She curved her lips into the barest quirk of a smile.
“We look like two kids just back from prom.” She laughed louder than she’d intended.
“No offense, Jil, but I don’t think any self-respecting teen would choose that dress.”
She glanced down at the gauzy ruffle froth along her neckline as he shook his head.
“Awful, isn’t it?”
“Bloody Mary meets Bride of Frankenstein.” He leaned across the table to finger the lace, “with a bit of Disney princess thrown in for fun.”
His knuckles brushed her bare skin, sending erotic shocks throughout her body. He’d touched her frequently this evening. In fact, they’d been flirting outrageously all weekend. As maid of honor and best man, they’d had plenty of proximity. Annoyingly, though, they hadn’t found time alone.
Until now.
She shoved her hands between her thighs to accent her cleavage and leaned forward. “Yes, I’m pathetic in pink.” She smirked and arched a brow. “While you get to look all Ocean’s Eleven in your black tie.”
“Ocean’s Eleven?” Eric’s eyebrows sprung up. “Sinatra or Clooney?”
“Let me see.” She worked her shaking fingers beneath his bow tie and tugged the slippery, black fabric. She released the knot and left her palm resting against his chest. His body heat radiated through his shirt’s fine cotton weave. His heart beat fast.
“Definitely Clooney,” she murmured.
His laugh rumbled through his chest. “Do you really think I look like George Clooney?
She rolled her eyes, playfully running a knuckle beneath his chin. “Oh, don’t gimme that—you know you’re hot. And, that hint of grey in your hair only makes you look better.”
“Well, some women find me attractive.” Eric’s gaze was unreadable and his voice husky. “But you’ve never told me what you thought.”
“Now you know.” She licked and bit her bottom lip, then looked away. Putting her feelings out there made her feel vulnerable.
“I think they do it on purpose,” Eric said, breaking the awkward silence.
“Who?”
“Brides. I think they pick out the nastiest bridesmaid dresses so they look the best.”
She snorted. Letting him believe his assertion was unfair to her friend Lisa, but she wasn’t about to tell him they’d bought cheap dresses so Lisa could buy special toys for her wedding night. She wondered which Ben, the groom, had chosen to use first—the thick leather strap or the soft leather flogger. She shivered.
Clearing her throat, she said, “I wouldn’t know.”
“Why is that, exactly?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend or husband or something?”
“I could ask you the same question,” she gritted out.
He dimpled. “I’ve been busy with work.”
His words didn’t quite ring true.
“Same here.” She eased back into the comfort of the booth.
If she told him that none of her boyfriends had ever measured up to him, he might guess how deep her feelings ran. Then, she’d never get him to agree to a hard-core weekend of spanking and sex.
She needed this, she needed him. She wanted Eric to take her, to dominate her. She craved him with a need that bordered on pain.
“Well then,” he said.
“Awkward, huh?” she asked.
“A little,” he agreed. “But I’m glad you asked me to join you. I thought you were going to change before we left the hotel.”
“I was. But I didn’t think it was fair, since you didn’t have time to go home and change. Besides, my room backs to the happy couple’s and the sounds were…” She glanced up through her lashes, “well, let’s just say I needed to get out of there.”
She hoped he would take the bait. After all, the groom, Ben, was his best friend. He had to know about Ben and Lisa’s relationship. Why, right now, Lisa was most likely clad in her wedding
She curved her lips into the barest quirk of a smile.
“We look like two kids just back from prom.” She laughed louder than she’d intended.
“No offense, Jil, but I don’t think any self-respecting teen would choose that dress.”
She glanced down at the gauzy ruffle froth along her neckline as he shook his head.
“Awful, isn’t it?”
“Bloody Mary meets Bride of Frankenstein.” He leaned across the table to finger the lace, “with a bit of Disney princess thrown in for fun.”
His knuckles brushed her bare skin, sending erotic shocks throughout her body. He’d touched her frequently this evening. In fact, they’d been flirting outrageously all weekend. As maid of honor and best man, they’d had plenty of proximity. Annoyingly, though, they hadn’t found time alone.
Until now.
She shoved her hands between her thighs to accent her cleavage and leaned forward. “Yes, I’m pathetic in pink.” She smirked and arched a brow. “While you get to look all Ocean’s Eleven in your black tie.”
“Ocean’s Eleven?” Eric’s eyebrows sprung up. “Sinatra or Clooney?”
“Let me see.” She worked her shaking fingers beneath his bow tie and tugged the slippery, black fabric. She released the knot and left her palm resting against his chest. His body heat radiated through his shirt’s fine cotton weave. His heart beat fast.
“Definitely Clooney,” she murmured.
His laugh rumbled through his chest. “Do you really think I look like George Clooney?
She rolled her eyes, playfully running a knuckle beneath his chin. “Oh, don’t gimme that—you know you’re hot. And, that hint of grey in your hair only makes you look better.”
“Well, some women find me attractive.” Eric’s gaze was unreadable and his voice husky. “But you’ve never told me what you thought.”
“Now you know.” She licked and bit her bottom lip, then looked away. Putting her feelings out there made her feel vulnerable.
“I think they do it on purpose,” Eric said, breaking the awkward silence.
“Who?”
“Brides. I think they pick out the nastiest bridesmaid dresses so they look the best.”
She snorted. Letting him believe his assertion was unfair to her friend Lisa, but she wasn’t about to tell him they’d bought cheap dresses so Lisa could buy special toys for her wedding night. She wondered which Ben, the groom, had chosen to use first—the thick leather strap or the soft leather flogger. She shivered.
Clearing her throat, she said, “I wouldn’t know.”
“Why is that, exactly?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend or husband or something?”
“I could ask you the same question,” she gritted out.
He dimpled. “I’ve been busy with work.”
His words didn’t quite ring true.
“Same here.” She eased back into the comfort of the booth.
If she told him that none of her boyfriends had ever measured up to him, he might guess how deep her feelings ran. Then, she’d never get him to agree to a hard-core weekend of spanking and sex.
She needed this, she needed him. She wanted Eric to take her, to dominate her. She craved him with a need that bordered on pain.
“Well then,” he said.
“Awkward, huh?” she asked.
“A little,” he agreed. “But I’m glad you asked me to join you. I thought you were going to change before we left the hotel.”
“I was. But I didn’t think it was fair, since you didn’t have time to go home and change. Besides, my room backs to the happy couple’s and the sounds were…” She glanced up through her lashes, “well, let’s just say I needed to get out of there.”
She hoped he would take the bait. After all, the groom, Ben, was his best friend. He had to know about Ben and Lisa’s relationship. Why, right now, Lisa was most likely clad in her wedding
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