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black satin ribbons crossing strategically over her torso and down between

her legs. It took me two attempts to finally speak.

“Was someone in there with you?” I slurred.

Her brows came together and she shook her head. “What?”

“Because . . . I have no idea how you got that thing on by yourself.” My

voice sounded thick and slow. “Hell, I have no idea how I’d even get it

off.” I held up my hands and they felt heavy and numb. I wouldn’t even be

able to rip paper tonight.

“That sounds like a challenge,” she said with a pleased smile. My eyes

moved over every inch of her body and I seemed unable to pull them away.

She was f*cking beautiful. Her legs were long—so long—and her feet were

still strapped in the same blue shoes she’d been wearing at dinner.

She took a step toward me, and then another. “Do you remember the last

time we were here?” she asked.

“I’m trying not to.”

She pressed a hand to my chest and easily pushed me farther into the back

of the couch before straddling my lap. “You f*cked me on the floor . . .”

She leaned forward, kissed my jaw. “And the balcony”—she kissed my neck

—“and the bed, and the floor and the bed and the floor.”

“And don’t forget the chair in the corner,” I mumbled, hissing in a

breath as she scratched her nails over my stomach, reached for my tie,

loose but still hanging from my neck.

“What if I said I wanted to re-create some of that?” she whispered into

my ear. “What if I asked you to tie me up with this? Spank me? Fuck me in

th—”

I yawned. Wide.

She jerked back and looked at me, taking in my slumped posture, the way I

could barely keep my eyes open. Hers narrowed.

“What did you do?” she asked, suspicious.

I could only smile—a stupid, drowsy, lopsided grin. “Took out a little

insurance policy,” I slurred. “You’re very pretty by the way, and I

really do like this . . . thing you’re wearing and would like to request

that you wear it for me again . . . someday.”

“What did you do, Ryan?” she repeated, louder, and stood up, hands on her

hips as she frowned down at me.

“Just only took a tiny little sleeping pill,” I said, yawning as I pulled

the small bottle from my pocket, holding it up to show her. “Teensy tiny.

”

I had a prescription for these for international travel but had yet to use

a single one before this. I was actually amazed how fast they worked, and

slightly uneasy over the prospect of having no control over my state of

arousal. Especially since Chloe looked like she might castrate me.

“You son of a bitch!” she yelled, pushing on my chest. It was sort of a

counterproductive move, however, because I merely slumped over, sinking

facedown into one of the cushions. She started to yell about . . .

something, but I couldn’t quite make it out. I took comfort knowing

someday she’d know I was really doing this for her.

The last thing I saw before my eyes closed was her storming out of the

room, shouting something about payback.

Finally, Bennett: 1; Chloe: 0





Chapter Three



He didn’t cave and bang the daylights out of me last night. In fact, he’d

gone so far as to drug himself and be taken out of commission. Clearly it

was time to up my game.

I’d spent much of dinner last night watching Bennett be adorably

mischievous while steering my rascal aunts toward an unsuspecting Will. I’

d watched him be jealous and irritated in equal measure when Bull regaled

me with stories of the many cars he’d sold and women he’d banged. I’d

watched Bennett with adoration as he greeted his family, waited until his

mother’s food was in front of her before starting in on his own, thanked

each waiter personally, and stood when I stood to go to the bathroom.

Bennett Ryan was a swoony f*cking bastard, and tonight—stupid chastity

rule or not—I was going to ride him like a horse.

I had a suitcase full of lingerie and outfits that were guaranteed to bring

him to his knees. Most of the skimpy, lacy things had been reserved for the

honeymoon, but I suspected at this point we wouldn’t have much need for

any form of clothing once we hit the private resort in Fiji.

In a way it was nice to have a new mission. Instead of stressing about our

families and the chaos we were diving into headlong, I could focus on the

fact that Bennett really just needed to f*ck me a few times a day. It was a

simple goal, really. I couldn’t control the tides or the insanity of our

families, but I could definitely control this man’s cock.

Will had named this evening the Final Night of Freedom. Even though it was

Thursday and the wedding was Saturday, he declared that the rehearsal on

Friday all but sealed Bennett’s fate as a married man, so he and Max had