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“Andi,” he murmured into my shoulder as he fucked me, hard and deep. Before I could stop it, my body exploded, heat flooding my veins as fireworks filled my vision. I tightened around him as my body convulsed around his cock.

When I came down, he flipped us so I was straddling his lap.

“Grab the headboard,” he ordered, and, slightly disoriented, I reached up and grabbed the wood.

“Hold tight, Andi.”

I gasped.

How drunk was he? Surely not as much as I was. I was still dizzy and giggly, and here he was, fucking me like it was his one and only job on this earth.

I gripped tight as he began to thrust underneath me. My body shuddered as he filled me so completely. I didn’t know there was space in my body for something that size, but my racing heart and stretched pussy said otherwise.

“Good girl, Andi, you’re taking me so well,” he praised as I cried out with another orgasm. I tried to stay steady, but I was too relaxed; the alcohol in my blood wasn’t going away. My knees were wobbling, and I leaned forward. He noticed and moved faster, in search of his climax.

With a loud growl, he stiffened. I felt his orgasm as his cock pulsed against my walls, spilling his seed deep inside me.

I collapsed onto him and rolled. He pulled me into his arms, and, foregoing the blankets, we lay together, not speaking, listening to each other’s heavy breathing. I couldn’t stay awake—too drunk and too relaxed. My eyes closed, and I awoke sometime later in the middle of the night.

Sitting up took a moment—my head felt heavy, my body satisfyingly sore. I was confused at first. Why was I naked? Where was I? What was—

Oh fuck.

That’s why I felt so good.

My gaze slid over Asher Delambre’s beautiful naked body, his cock half-mast and his eyes closed, fast asleep. Horror flooded my system as I stared at his chest, rising and falling so peacefully. This was Asher, my oldest friend. My ex-fiancé’s brother—who was still in love with me.

We’d had sex.

It was good. I couldn’t recall everything, but what I did… I shuddered and clenched my thighs. It wasn’t just good. It’d been the best sex I’d ever had. But…we’d crossed a line we would have never done sober. If Sawyer found out…

Swallowing my terror at the thought, I stood and reached for my clothes.

What had we done?

Chapter 4

Asher

HER PERFUME FILLED my senses, and I inhaled deeply, savoring the scent for a moment. Last night had been incredible. I’d never had sex that…emotional, raw, and fucking good before. Rolling over, I yawned and smiled.

“Mornin’, beautiful.” When I didn’t hear a response, I opened my eyes. “Andi?” I sat up and looked around the hotel room. The morning sun peeked through the curtains, giving the room enough light to reveal it was empty. I squinted as a sliver of it touched my eyes.

A sharp pang hit my temple, and I winced.

Since when could I not hold my liquor?

I stood and went to where I’d abandoned my clothes last night, tripping a bit on my heavy legs along the way. “Andi? Are you in the bathroom?” I called as I pulled on my pants. Red flags were going off, but my mind didn’t want to acknowledge them. Either I was still drunk or just delusional, but she wouldn’t just leave.

I pushed the bathroom door open, and my heart sank.

She would.

She had.

I stared far too long at the empty hotel room, waiting, hoping she’d come through the door with coffee or donuts. Maybe she’d forgotten something and had to run out. Maybe she was just as hungover as I was and went to get aspirin and some Gatorade.

After an hour of sitting on the bed with my shoulders slumped, I grabbed my hat and left.