Page 93 of Bridesmaid for Hire
I want it between my legs.
Along my neck.
On my boobs!
Oh my God, what I wouldn’t give for him to suck on my nipples right now.
And if you’re wondering if I’m drunk, the answer would be yes.
The alcohol has hit me and is in full effect.
Watch out, bad decisions, I’m coming for you.
Brody runs his fingers over my inner thighs, and I have to hold back the moan that bubbles up inside of me, because, dear Jesus, when was the last time I was touched like this?
“He stripped down to nothing but a man thong, bent over…and let the boys slap him on the ass with a paddle.”
I let out a laugh, tilting my head back. “Why?”
“His way of making friends.”
“What a moron.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Brody says as he smiles the most gorgeous smile ever.
Seriously, how can a man be this attractive? How can he have beautiful, soulful eyes, and a mouth-watering body, and the kind of smile that makes you feel weak in the knees? How is that possible?
“Did you ever do anything embarrassing in college, like Gary? Any thong stories you might want to divulge?”
“My thong or someone else’s?” he asks playfully.
“Your thong,” I deadpan.
He shakes his head. “Sorry, princess, no such stories to tell.”
“You don’t have any embarrassing college stories? I doubt that.”
He holds up a finger. “I told you I didn’t have anythongstories. I have a catalogue of embarrassing college stories.”
I lean into him. “Tell me one.”
His thumb glides over my thigh again, our intimacy feeling natural at this point, not forced. Thank you, mai tais. “Only if you promise to tell me one of your embarrassing college stories.”
I roll my teeth over my lower lip. “I don’t have any.”
“Fucking…liar,” he laughs, and it’s so attractive the way he wets his lips while he stares deeply into what feels like my soul. “You don’t get a story from me if I don’t get a story from you.”
“Fine,” I say and press my finger against the triangle of skin that’s showing on his chest. “But you can’t tell Gary.”
“Why would I tell Gary? He has no idea that we’re here together.”
“You didn’t tell him?”
I thought they told each other everything. Why would he keep me a secret?
“Fuck, no.”
“Hmm, ashamed?” I ask.
