Page 92 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

Originally, the groups were supposed to go their separate ways—the guys to a gentleman’s club, the girls to some trendy cocktail lounge.

“I’d love that,” Cullen said. “I don’t want to be without Eliza. Maybe I’m not like most almost-husbands. I want to be with my wife.”

There were some groans from Marcus and Liam, but ultimately, it was decided we would all go out together. I wasn’t thrilled about the idea of sharing Dorie with the rest of the group, but it was better than being apart from her altogether.

There would be no casually sneaking away. If we disappeared together, people would notice.

“Let’s go,” Cullen said. “Limo is waiting. We can all pile in and get friendly.”

We made our way to the door. I managed to put myself next to Dorie.

“After you,” I said, stepping aside to let her walk ahead of me. My eyes lingered on the curve of her back, the way the fabric clung to her hips as she walked. It took every ounce of self-control not to reach out and pull her close.

Cullen ushered Eliza into the limo first, playfully bowing as she laughed and climbed inside. Samantha followed, throwing me a coy glance over her shoulder that I pretended not to notice. Marcus and Liam piled in next, their voices already rising in anticipation of the night ahead.

I held the door open for Dorie. My hand rested lightly on the small of her back as she stepped inside. The touch was fleeting, but it was enough to send a spark of electricity through me. She settled into the plush leather seat. I slid in beside her, our thighs brushing as I closed the door.

At the club, I kept my distance from Dorie, nursing a cocktail and trying to keep my cool. The women were sitting together and the guys at another table. I wanted to pull her into my lap, but that was a scene I knew she didn’t want. Still, it was impossible not to watch her.

“Let’s dance, ladies!” Eliza called out.

The alcohol had kicked in.

“Have fun,” Cullen called out.

My eyes were fixed on her—Dorie. She was out on the dance floor with the other women, her body moving like she was born for it. Every sway of her hips, every twist of her shoulders, it was irresistible. She wasn’t trying to be sexy, but damn if she wasn’t.

She looked free, like she’d let go of everything weighing her down. I wanted to be the reason she smiled like that.

I took a slow sip of whiskey and continued to watch her. She tossed her head back, laughing at something Samantha said. I wanted to be the one who made her forget about everything else. Every time she glanced in my direction, my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to be near her.

I downed the last of my whiskey and made my way to the dance floor, weaving through the crowd until I was standing beside her. “Dance with me,” I said.

Cullen had followed me out and grabbed Eliza.

Dorie hesitated, her eyes darting to Eliza. “Kaisen, I don’t know. What if my sister sees?”

“Would it be so bad if she did? If everyone knew we had something going on?”

“Do we have something going on?” she asked, her tone teasing but with a hint of vulnerability.

The question caught me off guard. My whole heart was screaming yes, but my brain was trying to pump the brakes, stirring up old memories of my parents—of the pain my father’s infidelity had caused. I pushed those thoughts aside, refusing to let them ruin the moment.

Instead of answering, I leaned in, my lips brushing against her neck. “What do you think?” I murmured.

She shivered, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders. “I think you’re trouble,” she said, but there was a smile in her voice.

I kissed her temple, my lips lingering. “You have no idea what kind of trouble I can be,” I whispered.

I felt her relax. Her body melted into mine as we started to move together. The music was loud, the bass thrumming through me, but all I could focus on was her. It wasn’t really a slow song, but that was the way we were dancing.

“You know,” I said, my mouth close to her ear. “I’ve been thinking about what I’d like to do to you tonight.”

“Oh? And what’s that?”

I smirked, my hands sliding down to her waist. “I could tell you,” I said, my voice dropping to a whisper. “But I’d rather show you.”

She laughed. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe,” I said, pulling her closer. “But you like it.”

“Thank you for the dress by the way,” she said. “I don’t even want to know how much it cost.”

“Trust me, the pleasure is all mine. I can’t wait to take it off you. Are you wearing the panties?”

“I am.”

“That’s what I’m really looking forward to taking off,” I said.

She didn’t argue. I took that as a win. As we danced, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of triumph. My old charms might have been rusty, but they still worked on Dorie. I was more than ready to use the rest of my skillset on her tonight.