Page 164 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“How can you possibly be on edge after what we just did?”
I smirk, thinking about how I just fucked Sloane up against the window of our hotel room, high off the fact that people could see us. “Just am.”
“Okay, well, maybe we think of something else.”
“Sure,” I say, turning toward her. I slide my palm up her stomach to her breast. “Let’s play.”
“Slow down there, sir,” she says, pushing my hand away. “You’re going to need to give me a second or else you’ll make me raw, and is that something you really want?”
“Raw?” I raise a brow. “Is that really a thing?”
“I have no idea,” she answers. “But I can imagine it being a thing, so let’s just…I don’t know, talk.”
“I’d prefer to have my face between your legs.”
“Understandable. It’s a great place to be. I often found my handhanging out there before you came along, but I think we need to have a conversation.”
“You want to have a conversation? Fine, how often was your hand between your legs?”
She rolls her eyes but props her head up with her hand. “Maybe every other night. I like to come, so I wasn’t shy about it. There were times where I would use my hand because I enjoyed the challenge, but most of the time I used a vibrator. But I clearly don’t need to worry about that with you around.”
“You better not. If you want to come, you find me.”
“What if you’re in a meeting?” she asks with a smirk. “Should I just walk up to you and say, ‘Mr. Hopper, your assistant needs to come’?”
“No.”
She laughs. “That doesn’t seem very adventurous.”
“We are not fucking in the office.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” she asks.
“There’s no fun in it.”
“Wow, okay.” She blows out a breath, causing a piece of her hair to fly up and then back against her cheek. “We might not even be married at that point though, so I guess it’s fine.”
The way she so casually talks about us not being together anymore grates on my goddamn nerves. I’d prefer that she doesn’t think about the future when it comes to us. Because I don’t know what the future entails, but there’s one thing I know for certain, I’m not ready to let go just yet.
“Talking about divorce again, Sloane?” I ask with a dark tone in my voice.
“Uh…” She taps her chin. “No, I don’t think so. Did it sound like divorce? I can’t recall.”
“It did,” I answer, gripping her chin.
She smiles. “My mistake.” Then she moves on top of my chest, her bare breasts pressing against my skin. I move my hand to her ass,where I possessively keep it. She drags her finger over my jaw. “You’re so handsome.”
“That’s the kind of thing you should be saying.”
“I’m serious. So handsome. I remember the first time I saw you in Bora Bora for Jude’s wedding. I was awestruck.”
“Awestruck, huh?”
She nods. “Very. I told Stacey how hot you were. I was pining hard, despite knowing I would never have a chance to be with you.”
“And you went and got a job with me?”
“Well, I was desperate for the job. I needed something to gain experience, and I wasn’t landing anything. Well, anything of substance, so yeah, I took the job with you.”
