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Occasionally, I noticed Nick watching me, but I tuned it out. I only had one chance to get the perfect wedding shots—the photos that would hang over the mantel and on the wall for years to come.
After the ceremony, I was consumed with bridal party pictures. Gia was a tremendous help, positioning everyone so I could stay behind the lens.
It was a reminder that I needed to hire an assistant. Lily and Sophie had both hired one as soon as we signed on to partner with Gia. I was more cautious with expanding my business. Relying on my income alone to support Hunter and me, I was conscious of not taking risks. Besides, I could do the job myself, even if it took longer.
The butterflies in my stomach never went away as I transitioned from the ceremony to the reception. There was this heightened anticipation that I’d see Nick later. Would he buy me a drink? Would he want to talk? Or would he want to take me to a room and have his way with me?
I kind of liked the latter option. I was always tired, and I just wanted to lose myself in the promise I saw in this man’s eyes.
Taking a deep breath, I worked the reception, taking pictures of the couple’s arrival, the dances, the toasts, and finally, the cake. By that point, my feet ached. I sat in one of the chairs at an empty table in the back of the room, hoping to be ignored for a few minutes.
“You look like you could use a drink.” Nick stood next to me, looking handsome in his tux as he placed a glass of champagne in front of me.
“That and a foot massage.” I tipped the glass back, the bubbly liquid flowing down my throat.
Pulling out a chair, he sat next to me and asked, “May I?”
He gestured toward my leg, then to his lap. I nodded, unable to form words. Despite the drink, my throat was dry.
There was a sly smile on Nick’s mouth as he pulled my leg into his lap. His calloused hands on my bare skin sent tingles up my calf, my thigh, then to my center.
“That feels good already.” Was I that hard up for a man’s touch?
He looked up at me with a grin. “I haven’t even gotten to the good part.”
“You sure haven’t.” All I could think about was him moving those strong, capable hands under my skirt and up my thighs. My core clenched in response to my dirty thoughts.
With a wink, he slipped my heel off and set it carefully on the floor.
We were hidden by the tablecloth, but I still looked around the room to see if Gia or anyone else was looking for me. For now, everyone was crowded around the dance floor, having a good time.
His thumb pressed into the ball of my foot, and a moan escaped my lips.
His easy grin faded. His eyes heated as he looked over at me. “I’d like to hear more of that.”
I gestured at where his fingers were working their magic on my feet. “You always give random women foot massages at weddings?”
He chuckled, and it rumbled up my legs to my core. “Never, actually.”
“I’m special?” I asked softly, wincing at my characterization. Ever since Seth walked out, I’d felt anything but.
His gaze met mine. “You are one of a kind. Beautiful. Strong. Hardworking.”
Something sizzled under my skin at his words. “How do you know that?”
He returned his attention to my foot. “I’ve been watching you.”
His attention made me feel wanted, desired. I glanced at the time on my phone. As much as I was enjoying his massage, it was still early. I wasn’t sure if I’d get a chance like this again. I pulled my leg from his lap and leaned in close. “Do you want to get out of here?”
His eyes flared as he took me in. Finally, he nodded.
I stood, grabbing my clutch and my camera. Gia already told me I was done for the night, so I didn’t need to check in with her again.
I held out my hand to him. When he took it, I felt confident and led him through the maze of tables to the exit, relaxing when I didn’t see anyone I knew.
I looked over my shoulder to make sure he was still into this, but his gaze was lower, on my ass. I could have chided him, but instead, I stood straighter and put a little sway in my hips.
Outside, he dropped my hand, both of his coming to rest on my hips. His mouth hovered over my neck. “Where are we going, sweet girl?”
