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I chuckle, looking to Mac who smirks at her. “Yeah, I’m spent.”
“You mean a four-hour fuck session is all it takes to bring down the insatiable Royce Brayshaw,” Chloe teases, letting Mac feed her a strawberry.
“Careful, Chloe.” My eyes slide her way. “I still only half like you.”
“And he can still drive you mad, baby. There’s a lot we can do without sliding inside,” Mac reminds her.
She laughs and I allow my grin to slip.
Her eyes move from her man to me. “Thank you for this. It’s been fun.”
I nod, agreeing because it sure as fuck has.
Meaningless, easy, hot fun.
And soon it’ll be over.
In a little while, Chloe will climb from the hot tub with Mac right behind her and they’ll head to bed, where they’ll sleep together as couples do.
As my brother and his new wife will tonight, and hell, maybe even the third Brayshaw and the blonde he refuses to admit he wants, who the fuck knows.
Not me.
All I know is I’m gonna walk inside, drop in a bed that’s empty and wake up the same way, and I’m gonna keep telling myself that’s how I like it because it is.
I can’t go gettin’ my mind hijacked by pretty pussy and prettier eyes like my brothers did.
But for now, I’m gonna soak in this hot tub, drink this liquor, and get my dick sucked for the third time tonight.
And I’m gonna love every second of it.
I hope you enjoyed this spicy night with Royce Brayshaw!
Do you want to know more about him? Meet him AND his brothers today in my Brayshaw Series today! Also, have you heard? He’s getting his own book, coming at you later this year!
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One Night Only
A.M. Wilson
At thirty six years old, I - a married woman - am being led into a ritzy club in order to meet my fantasy. And that husband of mine of the past twelve years is somewhere out in the throng of people. Watching.
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Ally
Where are you?
The text message illuminates the backseat of the car where I’m nervously waiting. I silence the quick pang of guilt in my gut and look across the street to the large industrial building I’ve chosen for tonight. The outside is unassuming, built with gray concrete and massive steel doors. Except for the line of people half a block long, there’s no indication this isn’t warehouse.
