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I walked through the house, dragging her beside me. This was a bad idea.Bad idea.
Throwing open my bedroom door, I nearly lost my balance and fell forward.
“Wow, you are drunk.” She giggled, and I steadied myself against the bed, looking up and noticing an impossibly large grin spread across her cheeks.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” she said, slowly peeling off her dress down her shoulders and tossing it to the floor. Standing in nothing but a thong, Francesca stood in front of me. Ready and waiting.
Hot, beautiful, and fuckable. Every guy’s wet dream, except mine.
Get the fuck up and fuck her.
She tilted her head to the side, gazing at me curiously.
“Do you need some help getting out of that?” She circled her fingers in my direction.
“I guess I do.”
She walked over, her hand up to my lapel, I watched her try to undo my buttons, but she fumbled with her nails getting in the way.
“Dammit. I can’t get it.”
“Fuck it,” I said, ripping off my shirt before I changed my mind. The buttons flicked like crickets onto the floor.
“Oooh la la,” she purred, running her hands down the ridges and curves of my chest.
I closed my eyes at the touch. Slowly, Francesca ran her hands over every muscle, and I sucked in a breath. My discomfort slowly morphed into pleasure as soon as I brought Pepper into view.
I groaned out with her hands sinking lower to the inside of my belt buckle. Pepper’s mocha eyes stared back at me. I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled her toward me, so she ground against the thickness in my pants.
My mouth hit her neck as I sucked on her lobe, biting and sucking down her jaw to her collarbone, where my mouth sunk into her skin.
Fingers touched beneath my belt buckle.
“Stop, Connor!” a voice boomed, breaking my trance. I opened my eyes and quickly jerked back at the sight of Francesca.
“What the fresh hell?” she squealed.
It took me a moment to understand the gravity of the situation. It was a voice I knew so well.
My gaze, although hazy, focused on the figure in the doorframe. “Ari, what the fuck?”
“Connor, you don’t want this.”
“What is going on?” Francesca straightened in nothing but her thong.
“Put something on, Francesca,” Ari said, staring at Magnus, who was eye-fucking my fiancée.
Not that I gave a fuck.
Magnus stepped forward and picked up her dress, handing it to her. She snatched it from him and let out a quick disgusted snort.
“What the fuck? Get out of here,” I yelled. “Ignore them, Francesca,” I said, unzipping my pants.
“I will stand here and watch you if that’s what it takes,” Ari said.
“Fuck, I’m not into orgies, so I’m out,” Magnus said, throwing his hands up in the air. “This was a bad idea.”
Ari pulled him by the shoulder. “You’re staying, Magnus.”
