Page 127 of I Choose You

“Fuck.” He muttered other incoherent bursts of words I couldn’t follow, too depleted from the tension releasing in a blissful climax. His dick jerked in me, flooding my pussy, and I held him close.

He hugged me as we caught our breath, and I knew he’d brace me if I fell.

Eventually, he sighed and kissed my shoulder, looking at me in the mirror with less of that frenzied lust.

I licked my lips and slowly smiled.

“What?” A grin took over his face as he rubbed his hand over my hip.

“Your hair.” I reached up, giggling at the reflection of his messed-up hair.

He arched his brows, unashamed.

“We’ve got to stop hooking up in semi-public places,” I teased, grinding my ass against him.

He jolted, wincing with that smile still lingering. With a sigh, he pulled out of me and helped me clean up. I had no grounds to be modest, not after that full-frontal everything.

“Do you think anyone noticed we were missing?” I asked.

He shrugged. “Kody?” he guessed.

I held back a cringe. Yeah, he’d notice. He’d noticed me freaking out earlier, too. I wondered if he’d told Kaden and that was why he sought me out.

“But I think we can escape,” he said. Checking that I was tidied up—sans my shredded panties he kept in his pocket—he nodded. “Ready?”

I took his hand and moved toward the door with him.

Before he opened it, he kissed me long and tender. No one stood outside, and the coast seemed clear. Guests milled out front, half of them departing and the others still hanging out on the patio.

“I’m starving,” he admitted. “You work up an appetite in me.”

I glanced at him, smiling. “Then why are we going to the front? The patio had some food.”

He grunted and shrugged. “Not in the mood for little stuff.”

“Me neither,” I teased.

He shot me a dirty look and groaned.

“There you are! Are you heading out as well?”

I flinched and turned with Kaden to the sound of Margaux’s voice.

“Yes,” Kaden answered.

She smiled as she approached, pointing at a stack of boxes on a table near the front door. “I packed up that lovely silver dress for you, Brooke.”

Shit. I need to pay rent though. And I’d already dropped off that wardrobe card at Kaden’s office. I’d sneakily slipped it on his desk when he was signing those forms. “Oh, that’s not necessary.”

“I insist. Please.” She took my hand and squeezed it. “My treat. It would be a crime for you not to wear it. You looked so lovely.”

Kaden put his arm around my shoulders and kissed my temple. “You did.”

“I’ve also added some shoes.” She smiled.

That was the only part of the clothes business I’d almost enjoyed. I’d never been self-conscious about my feet.

“Mercedes and I selected some jewelry and accessories for you, too. Again, my treat. I’d love for you to wear it to the wedding. It would mean so much to me.”