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“That was two less than I’d hoped for.” I manage to keep a straight face. While I can go all night long, three times in one night for a woman who obviously hasn’t had sex in a long time was enough. Sure, the caveman side of me would love to see her walking a little sideways, but the real man in me isn’t interested in quantity like he is in quality.

I’m a giver like that.

She licks her lips, her pink tongue giving me a semi. “I really need breakfast first. And a shower.”

Letting go of my cock, I lean forward and take her mouth in a possessive show for no other reason than I want to and can. “Go relax in my tub. I’ll serve you in there.”

“Really?” Her eyes open, and I’m struck at the emotion shining in them.

“Yes, really. Enjoy yourself.” I glance to one side. “I might have some Bath and Body Works bubble stuff in there.” She starts giggling, and my heart flips in my chest at the sound. “Don’t you tell anyone either.”

“Far be it from me to report that Dallas Drake likes to get his bubble bath on.” She laughs even harder until I kiss her again, silencing her with my tongue and lips until she moans into my mouth and puts her hands on my chest.

Reluctantly, I sit up. “I’m not going to fall for your womanly ways.”

“My what?” She smiles in confusion and happiness all the way to her eyes.

“You know. Tempting me with your naughty bits so I’ll pleasure you again.”

“You’re not exactly giving me chaste thoughts,” she points out.

“I know I’m not.” I stand up and stretch, pushing out my chest and making sure I move my hips so my erection swings. Her eyes go straight to it.

My prim librarian is all about the naughty side of life, and I fucking love it.

“Dallas, I think I want to—”

“Take your bath. I’ll be back.” I grab a pair of pajamas pants from the top dresser drawer and get out of there before I can’t leave.





CHAPTER 18




Paige


Sweat drips off my back, my nose, and even my fingertips as I transition into downward dog. I bite back a moan as my sore muscles protest.

“I regret suggesting this,” Layton whispers, her face as red as a firecracker. “I can’t do half the positions.”

“This is the last one.” My muscles relax into the movement, and I take a cleansing breath.

“Namaste.”

“Oh, thank you, Jesus.” Layton collapses on the mat in a heap of wet curls piled on top of her head and glistening skin while I finish my breathing exercise. “I thought yoga was supposed to be relaxing. It was in college.”

“That’s because you fell asleep ten minutes into it,” I remind her and grab my towel to wipe off most of the sweat. “Too bad they don’t have shower facilities here.”

“Yes, that’s how I want to end my humiliation—with communal showers with women who have bodies like Wonder Woman.”

I glance at Layton and frown. Looks like wedding crap has hit the fan. “Every woman is a wonder woman.”

“Every woman who is five-foot-nine and has legs for miles is a wonder woman. The rest of us are average.”

Like I can help how tall I am, I want to remind her. But this isn’t about me, and I love my best friend. This entire wedding has made her into something she’s never been, not in the twenty-two years I’ve known her.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as we make our way outside to Layton’s car. The cool November air hits us, and I shiver. My teeth start to chatter like it’s below zero instead of in the fifties, and I wrap my towel around my bare shoulders.

“My dress doesn’t fit.”

“So have it altered.”

“You can’t add to it, only subtract,” she says, clearly irritated. “We shouldn’t have had pizza and Pina coladas the other night.”

“It can’t be that bad.”

She gives me a look colder than the winter as she unlocks the doors. “Wait until we get home. I’ll try it on for you.”

“That will be fun.” I get in and buckle my seat belt while Layton does the same.

“Only if you think muffin tops go great with wedding dresses.”

“What’s really bothering you?” I ask as she pulls out of the parking lot.

Her jaw works. “I think Joe is seeing someone.”

“That rat bastard.”

“But I can’t accuse him of something I’m not sure about.” Her fingers flex on the steering wheel, and then she sighs. “I probably shouldn’t have listened to Vivvy, but she’s the biggest gossip with the most accurate dirt.”

My heart goes out to Layton. I know exactly how it feels to be cheated on and lied to, and before they come clean, they treat you like you’re crazy for thinking so poorly of them.

“Is there anyone you can trust who could find out if it’s true?” I ask. “I’d do it, but it would be completely obvious due to my foot connecting repeatedly with his junk.”

Layton snorts and makes a left onto the road that leads directly to our townhome. “I’d ask Kingston, but he’d use your tactics.”

As the oldest Price sibling, Kingston is the very definition of protective older brother. “Anyone else he wouldn’t suspect?”