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The thought of her with him makes my stomach twist. I’m not ready for this to end.

Maybe that’s what he wants. Maybe Avery can give him the ease I can’t. The certainty.

Broderick is free. I don’t own him. I know that.

But God, I’d hope he wouldn’t.

Not yet.

Not with her.

For the sake of the agreement, I tell myself.

The photographer finally dismisses us, ushering Philippa and Andrew away for newlywed portraits. And then Broderick appears at my side—summoned by instinct.

“You look…” His eyes rake over me, slow and dark, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Edible.”

I shoot him a warning look, though heat climbs up my neck. “Behave.”

“Not a chance.”

He takes my hand, tugging gently but with purpose, leading me toward one of the estate’s side paths—away from the crowd.

“Broderick,” I hiss, glancing around.

But he’s already slipping us through a side door, kicking it shut behind us.

We stumble into a small sitting room—velvet couches, dark paneling, heavy curtains drawn tight.

“You’re insane,” I breathe, already backing toward the wall as his hands follow, like they can’t bear not to touch me.

“And you love it,” he murmurs, just before his mouth finds mine—unleashing the pent-up yearning.

I gasp into him as his hands slide down my waist, gripping the silk of my dress. I pull him closer, fingers threading into his hair, anchoring him to me.

He lifts me onto a nearby table, positioning me right where he wants. My dress bunches high around my hips, fabric whispering against my skin.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” I sigh between moans, even as my head falls back, his mouth dragging down my throat.

“Probably not,” he says, his hands already pushing the hem higher, fingers brushing bare skin. “But are you gonna stop me?”

No.

Because I want to fuck him before Avery even gets the chance.

I groan as his mouth claims mine again—hungrier now. That’s answer enough.

He hikes my dress to my waist, silk pooling around me, and I fumble with his belt, dropping his pants low enough to free him. My fingers wrap around his shaft, slow and greedy. Feeling his full length makes my whole body tighten.

“I need this.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

Broderick spits into his hand, rubbing it over the tip of his cock.

Oh shit that was hot.

“Fuck me already.”