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Sonia winced slightly, and Brendan understood why. Diana’s mother had a tendency to work Yale — and her daughter’s achievements — into every possible conversation.
“Yep, that’s Sonia,” Kate said in an undertone. She and Eleanor shot wary looks in Sonia’s direction. Brendan recalled Di saying that everyone at Yale, other than her dance friends, was terrified of Sonia.
“Oh yeah! Di’s talked about you!” Rushing up to Sonia, Marissa gave her a big hug. Looking nonplussed, Sonia’s hands hovered in the air above Marissa’s back. “She said you’re unique. And really cool. Anyway, you should be Di! You can fake-marry Brendan. Aka Ian.”
“We’re already walking down the aisle together before that,” Brendan began, feeling annoyingly hot under the collar.
“It’s fine.” Sonia looked bored with the whole endeavor. “I’ll do whatever. Let’s get going.” She marched to the back of the hall so decisively that everyone else followed.
As Chelsea, the wedding planner, finally took charge to line them up, Brendan breathed a sigh of relief. It evaporated when Sonia slipped her arm through his.
She’d changed into one of those short, loose black dresses she often wore. It looked like the slightest breeze would blow it up.
“Hey,” he whispered.
“Hey.” She gave his arm a squeeze. Her warmth both unsettled and steadied him.“You were right. Everyone really does depend on you. I thought it was just your ego talking.”
“You think I should have stayed in DC? My phone keeps buzzing. It’s probably my coworker, ‘forgetting’ I’m on vacation, wanting to debrief about the policy meetings.”
“If you’d stayed behind, everyone here would be brawling right now.” Sonia gave the wedding party a dismissive look. Chelsea was doing her best to arrange them, but one of the flower girls was having a meltdown. “How tolerant you are, Bren. I would have run away from that pressure a long time ago.”
“Can we talk about something else?”
“Mm.” She pulled his arm against her side, and he almost groaned at the brush of her soft breast. With an evil grin, she whispered. “I’m not wearing panties. Or a bra.”
Fuck.
As he tried to stay calm, he felt the rasp of something small and flat and hard sliding into his pants pocket.
“Your credit card?” he murmured. “You’re gonna be my sugar mama now that your dance company has some funding?”
A laugh escaped Sonia. “It’s my room key, you fool.”
“What do you want me to do with it?”
“Whatever you want.”
“No, sunshine. Tell me whatyouwant. Something you’ve never told anyone else. All week, you’ve been making my fantasies come true. Now it’s your turn.”
She stared up at him, her pupils dilating.
An argument was breaking out in the line ahead. For once, no one else was paying attention to him.
Sonia stretched up on tiptoe, her lips teasing his ear. “I want to wake up,” she whispered, “with your cock inside me.”
Blood rushed to his dick. He got hard so fast, he fucking ached.
“I want you to sneak in while I’m sleeping and have your way with my body. Lick me, come on me, whatever you want. Just make sure I’m awake before you finish. And be gentle. Because if you’re rough, if you wake me up too fast—”
“We’re starting!” Chelsea chirped, flitting past them.
Brendan squeezed Sonia’s arm, his lips hardly moving. “If I wake you up too fast?”
“I’ll be in a very bad mood.”
The music began. It felt like a dream as each person entered on cue. Finally, he and Sonia set off down the aisle. She moved gracefully and deliberately, her arm still tucked in his.
They reached the front of the room, taking their places on either side of the center, where an arch would rise on Sunday. As the music ended, Brendan flashed a thumbs-up at the group and sprinted back up the aisle.
