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Standing by the photo booth at this kid’s tenth birthday party, I watch as the kids dance on the dance floor, all fumbling arms and excited feet as Fleur East’s ‘Sax’ blares from the speakers. This party is fucking crazy. I think every kid in town is here, and brought even more friends with them. I agreed to do this party for Liam; a good friend of mine and my brother, Dex’s. We have been friends for as long as I can remember. When he asked Dex and me to help out with his girlfriend’s daughter’s party, we jumped at the chance. Neither of us could believe that Liam was actually settling down. But when I saw Penny, I knew why. She is fucking beautiful, and to be honest, she is perfectforLiam.

When he camehome from one of his tours with the fucking band, he wasn’t himself. I know we almost lost him to the drugs, and that was some scary shit, but he pulled through. Still, we knew something was off, so we questioned him about what was going on. That was when he told us about Penny. And here we are, standing here ten years later, and he fucking found her. How much had fate stepped in, by bringing him to the one town that she lived in? I am happy for them both. They are the perfect little family with theirtwokids.

“Hey, Mr, can we use these things in our pictures?” I look down at the boy and see him standing there with twootherboys.

“Yeah, man. Use whatever is in the box there.” I point to the box. They pick out what they want to use and I explain how the photos work. It's funny how I can compare myself to a little boy right now in using these photo booths. The kids love this shit. I shake my head and look over to my brother, Dex, who is standing across the room, watching Addy do a temporary tattoo on a young girl, a bunch of kids lined up and waiting for their turn. I bet half of those kids will never get inked when they are oldenough.

I scan the crowd and see the sexiest woman I have ever fucking laid eyes on in my life. Her hair is brown and shiny and perfectly wavy. She’s wearing a red sleeveless blouse that hugs her tits perfectly and black leather shorts that make her legs look fucking amazing. She’s walking around the room, smiling at the kids enjoying themselves. Her hair sways as she walks, and I swear to fuck, time slows down. She turns and looks in my direction, and my heart does a flippy thing when our eyes connect. A stunning smile graces her face as she closes the gap between us. I watch as she bites down on her bottom lip, and my dick wakes up in my jeans. I lean back against the photo booth and wait for her to get closer; my dick getting harder with each step she takes. She stops in front of me and places her hands in the hidden pockets of heroutfit.

I look down at her feet and slowly drag my gaze up her body. My heart stutters when I see the tattoo. She has what looks like a heart rate tattoo wrapped around her thigh. I angle my head to the side and see the pulses stop and flatline at the outer side of her thigh, where a purple heart sits. I straighten my head and continue my gaze up her body, slowing down when I hit her chest area. I lick my lips and slowly drag my gaze to her slender neck. I take in her perfect smiling lips that would look so fucking good wrapped around my dick - her red lipstick leaving its mark on my skin - her perfectly straight nose and then her eyes; pale green and dancing with humour. She loves that I’m checking her out. My kind of girl. Her eye colour reminds me of cat eyes. I bet I can make her purr like acat,too.

“Hey, sweetheart.” I wink at her. She bites her lip and looks to the floor. No blush covers her skin, so I know that I haven’t embarrassed her. She brings her eyes back to mine andspeaks.

“Is that term of endearment standard for you? A way of making sure that you’re covered because you’ve already forgotten the name of the girl you’re shagging,” she says, shocking the shit outofme.

I knew she was going to be feisty. I cover my shock and smirk at her. I don’t learn girls’ names. I fuck and leave. I’m not there long enough to learn their names, so why bother. But there is no way in hell I am going to tellherthatlittlefact.

“Nah. I just think you’re looking rather sweet tonight,” I explain. She looks taken aback by my explanation. Good. I offermyhand.

“Jay Castle,” I introduce myself. She takes my hand, and I can’t help but love the softness of her skin. I rub my thumb over herknuckles.

“RachelCullen.”

“Nice to meet you, Rachel. So, are you here with someone,tonight?”

“Nope. Well, unless you count the hundreds of people in the room.” She winksatme.

“Funny. I mean a bloke. A husband or boyfriend, hell, agirlfriend,even.”

“No. I’m single. And happy,”sheadds.

“Good,” I state. She tilts her head at myanswer.

“Why‘good’?”

“Because you’ll be going home with me tonight.” I bounce my eyebrows at her and she laughs. She goes to say something but I grab her wrist and drag her into the photo booth. I sling the red curtain closed and hit the button to start taking photos. She doesn’t protest as I lean in andkissher.

I slant my mouth over hers, loving the taste of candy floss on hersweetlips.

Click.

I hear the click that tells me the first photo has been taken. I move my head and kiss down her jaw. Rachel moves her head to the side, giving me betteraccess.

Click.

Another click and I drag my tongue up her exposed neck, causing her to shiver under mytouch.

Click.

I drop my mouth to her cleavage and drag my tongue between her ample breasts. She gasps and I smile against her skin. I raise my head and look into her eyes. Lust is shining back at me, and I know she can see how much I want her, my own lust mirroring hers. I hear giggles outside the booth, and I can only imagine that the kids have seen the photos. I kiss her red lips one last time before pulling her out of the booth. I see three girls standing there looking at us, blushes clear across their innocent faces. I wink down at them and they scarper away. I chuckle and bend down to remove our photos from the slot, never letting go ofherhand.

I look at the photos and smile. They are fucking awesome. I glance at Rachel and she’s looking flushed, but she is smiling at me. She snatches the picture out of my hand and lays it on the table. She picks up a pen and flips the photo over, before writing something on the back. Once she’s done, she hands it back to me and walks away without another word. I quickly look down at the photo and see what she haswritten.

Thanks for the kiss.Call melater,sexy.

She’d addedher number at the bottom. I look around me, checking that no kids are close enough to see me adjust my hard dick in my jeans. Fuck, no woman has made it this hard before. I have been with a shit load of girls before, but fuck me sideways, Rachel Cullen gets my blood raging like to other. Her eyes hide something, something I intend to find out. Damn, I am going to have a load of fun with her - lots and lots ofunadulteratedfun

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