Page 7 of Mr. Risky

What did he mean by it?

My fingers tightened on the stem of my wine glass. Had that been for me?

Surely not.

But he was looking right at me.

My nipples felt like they were diamond-hard points, rubbing painfully on the matching floral dress Pippa had insisted all her bridesmaids wear.

I must have looked like a fish staring agape at him.

But then—he jerked his head again, unmistakably this time. In the direction of the hallway.

Was he asking me to follow him?

No. No. I couldn’t do that. It was too much of a temptation.

But I did.

He got up and disappeared into the darkness, and I followed.

We were just around the corner, the bar hallway dark and unlit, when he turned to me.

I could see his eyes gleaming and he flicked at the long straw hat that drooped over my eyes.

“Take off that hat,” Granger smiled. “You look like an idiot.”

He ripped it off, and I remembered not even seeing where it fell, because then he bent and took my face in his hands.

My little gasp was swallowed up by his lips, firm, his fingers tightening on my face as he pressed me further into the darkness.

My insides were melting into a puddle, and I made helpless little noises as he kissed me.

I could still hear the party going, could still hear the happy drunken shrieks, the karaoke pounding out so loudly I could barely hear the waves beyond.

I wished I hadn’t worn any panties at all, when he reached impatiently up past my skirts and hooked his fingers in them.

“Shouldn’t we go back out there?” I asked tremulously.

“Shut up, Sosie.”

“Granger, I⁠—”

“You what?” he asked, and then his fingers were between my thighs, and I had to squirm at how they felt, my pussy embarrassingly slick and needy.

“I don’t want you to marry her,” I breathed into his chest.

There. I had said it.

“Honey, you’re so sweet. Now shhh and let me get my fingers in this tight pussy. Damn, you’re so tight and hot.”

“Oh no—” I began to mewl.

“Granger?” Pippa called, and my heart caught in my throat as I gasped involuntarily.

Granger made a low grunt of annoyance and jammed his hand over my mouth, then dragged me further down the hall, opening the door to the outside with one foot. The waves crashed loudly against the beach as he kissed me again.

“What does this mean?” I gasped.