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Drayven:Your sister’s asleep on my arm. Can’t move. You and the ex need to figure out some other sleeping arrangements.
I was really starting to like Drayven as my future brother-in-law.
CHAPTERFIVE
QUINN
If you would’ve toldme at the start of the week that I would wind up in the same bed as Weston Myles, the playboy billionaire himself, I would’ve spat my Arnold Palmer in your face.
But there I was. Once again, a total mess under his touch.
What we started in the library was going to finish in his bedroom. And he didn’t even try to keep it a secret.
We got to his door, and he turned me to face him and pushed me against the door, his body pressing hard into me. His mouth devoured mine, and the thought of him inside me overwhelmed my senses.
The bed and breakfast was small. The doors to all the rooms were in the same hallway. But there we were—at risk of getting caught. The thrill shot through my spine, but the fear of any consequences sank into my stomach.
Weston pulled back to see my eyes searching all the doors that could open any minute and find us tangled in each other in the hall.
“Let them watch,” he murmured, cupping my chin to look up at him. His voice was husky. But the wine had worn off, and all my thoughts were on high alert.
“We can’t do this,” I told him.
“Do what? This?” He said, hitching one of my legs up to his waist, my back pressed against the door.
“Yes, this. We can’t do this.” My desire was giving me away by the shrill pitch of my voice.
“Bunny, this is just the beginning of what I want to do with you.”
He dipped his hand under my dress and traced my underwear with his finger, moving the fabric to the side.
His expert fingers made their way to my core, and he dipped one into me. I gasped at the suddenness of his touch. He moved it around, swiping my own wetness over my clit, causing my hips to press into his hand.
My body was a traitor.
This wouldn’t be good for us in the morning. My brain screamed to tell him we needed to stop, but when he brought that finger up to his mouth and licked it clean, his eyes never leaving mine, I almost came right there.
That was it. One night with Weston Myles. And then, I would go back to ignoring him. We just needed to get the sexual tension out of our system. At least, that’s what I told myself.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought his lips back to mine. He lifted my other leg up, grabbed my hips, and held me so close to him.
I could feel the hardness in his jeans. He fumbled for the key in his pocket as he continued to kiss me.
Just as he was about to open the door, we heard the lock being released on the door across the hall.
Why does this keep happening?
I jumped off him so fast and pushed him away, trying to smooth my hair and dress in a split second.
The door swung open, and it was none other than Dominic, the cock blocker himself.
He rubbed his eyes and looked at both of us standing a few feet apart in the hall. His dark hair fell into his face a bit. I had never seen him look so…normal.
“What’s going on out here?” he asked with eyes on Weston.
Weston looked at me and saw my uncertainty.
“I was just walking the maid of honor to her room,” he quickly spat out.
