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“I think I just saw Jesus,” I mutter, trying to catch my breath.

She releases her hold on me and smiles up in pure satisfaction. “Well, not that I want you to die, but there is a sense of pride in causing such a dramatic statement.”

I snort and reach for her as she stands. “That was…wow.” I press my mouth to hers, not caring I can taste myself on her tongue.

“You’re welcome,” she murmurs, her fingers digging into my back as she deepens the kiss.

“I would very much like to throw you over my shoulder and cart you off to my bedroom, but I honestly think I’m going to need a few extra minutes to recuperate from that.”

“Well, take all the time you need,” she starts, running her fingers down my bare chest and circling them around the tattoo stretching across my pecs. “But not too long,” she adds, tapping me on the nipple, “I have an idea for after dinner.”

My left eyebrow arches upward as a smirk plays on my lips. “An idea, huh?”

“Yes,” she confirms, pressing her nakedness against my own. “It involves you…and me…and this.” Adrienne reaches down and wraps her hand around my cock, causing it to jump.

“I see what you’re saying, and I like it.”

She grins. “Figured you would.”

I step back and grab my discarded shorts and T-shirt, while she redresses as well. When we’re both standing there, theonly evidence of what we just did the used condom thrown in the trash and the wrapper still lying on the floor, I ask, “Hungry?”

A knowing smile lights up her entire face. “Starving.”

Neither of us is talking about food.

This is going to be a long—and very satisfying—night.

Chapter Sixteen

Adrienne

I give myself one final once-over in the mirror, smiling in satisfaction with the result.

I’ve had this black dress in my closet for about a year and have yet to wear it. It’s a halter style that drops down low in the front, revealing mounds of cleavage in a tasteful, yet seductive way, hits just above my knees, and clings to my body like a second skin. I partnered it with a pair of red pumps and left my hair down in big curls, knowing how much Caden loves sliding his hands into them.

Not that I’m dressing entirely for Caden, but there is a sense of excitement knowing he’ll appreciate and enjoy the results of my hard work. He’s made it very clear how much he loves my hair and can’t keep his hands out of it while we’re in bed together. Not that we’re always in bed. Caden is insatiable anywhere and everywhere. Not only did he take me against the kitchen table on Thursday, but we didn’t make it off the couch for round two.

I swipe some red lipstick over my lips that match my shoes and place the tube inside the clutch I’m taking with me. Just as I exit my bedroom and make my way down the stairs, there’s a knock on my door. I walk quickly and pull open the door, revealing the gorgeous man on my stoop. Caden is wearing a black suit with his white button-down open at the neck. He’s sans tie and is looking completely edible in a casual, yet classy way. I can also catch a glimpse at the tattoos on his chest and the ones peeking out of the sleeves.

Caden whistles, his eyes devouring me from head to toe. “You’re a walking wet dream,” he says, stepping forward and placing a kiss against my cheek.

My heart does this weird skippy beat thing, but I ignore it, because that’s not how friends with bennies behave. “You’re not so bad yourself, cowboy. You clean up good.”

He grins, his entire face brightens with that singular gesture. “This dress should be illegal,” he informs me, scanning me once more before leveling his gaze on my cleavage. “You’re positively stunning.”

“Why thank you, kind sir. Now, are you ready to show me off?” I grab my keys and phone off my counter and slip them into my clutch.

He extends his elbow for me to take and then helps me make sure my door is secured after we step outside. His SUV is parked beside my car. He opens the passenger door and waits for me to slip inside before securing the door behind me. I fasten my seat belt and can’t help but notice how casual, how relaxed he appears. Despite the fact we’re off to his ex-fiancée’s wedding, he seems so calm. If I were in his shoes and for whatever reason I was headed to Sullivan’s wedding, I’m not sure I’d be this composed.

In fact, I’m certain I wouldn’t be.

I could take a cue from Caden, which is what I plan to do. There’ s no reason to stress or worry. Even though I’m about to meet a huge chunk of his family doesn’t mean I should freak out. I mean, it’s not like we’re dating. We’re friends. Friends who have sex, but friends nonetheless, and that’s what I need to concentrate on, because being friends with Caden is easy.

Sex with Caden is even easier, but I should probably not focus on that when I’m about to meet his family.

“Are you going to give me a crash course on names and relations? I feel like this is a test, and I haven’t studied,” I say as he backs his SUV out of the parking spot.

“Well, you know Gram and Scarlet. Those are the two who matter the most to me. Everyone else I see every now and again. We’re not super close, really. Most of them have moved away over the years, and anytime we’re together it just feels awkward.”

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