Page 37 of His Hot Mess

It was as if by trying to push him away, to expunge Chris from my thoughts, my desire for him had amped up a thousand-fold. But even as that thought ran through me, I knew that wasn’t all of it.

I would have wanted him like this anyway.

“You shouldn’t have worn this dress,” he said, his breath hot in my ear.

Shivers ran down my neck. “You already told me that. In the truck.”

“I couldn’t stop staring at you. Did you see that Sadie? Could you see how badly I wanted you?”

But before I could respond he crushed my lips with his once more.

I gasped as he brought his face down my neck, nipping at my skin. I reached for his belt, unbuckling it and then fumbling for the button underneath.

I wasn’t supposed to be with anyone. No men. No parties. No old Sadie.

But this wasn’t the old Sadie. This was something different. This was primal.

I unbuttoned his jeans and his hardness was there, under the fabric of his shorts. I pulled him out, barely suppressing a whimper.

He was like a rock.

Big. Hard. Mine.

He groaned as I drew my fingers along his cock.

Fuck my rules. I wanted this. I wanted him.

“Find a condom,” I said. Demanded.

“Are you sure?” Chris asked, his breath hitched. “We’ve been drinking, I don’t want—”

“Fucking find a condom, Christopher,” I said, reaching my hands up his chest and grabbing him by the collar. I pulled him down so that his cock pressed up against the damp fabric between my legs. I flicked my tongue across his teeth.

Then I released him, leaning back against the mirror, hand sliding up to my own breast as Chris yanked open drawers, digging around and swearing under his breath.

Voices outside the bathroom made me freeze.

There was a pause, then the door opened, hitting me in the knee. I shrieked with pain, but managed to kick the door closed.

Chris swore again, stuffing himself back into his jeans.

“Hello?”

Graydon.

“Just a minute!” I called, yanking my dress back down my legs.

“Sadie?”

Lucy’s voice, this time.

I slid off the counter. But where I should have felt the flat tile of the bathroom floor, my heel hit something round.

“Ow!” Chris yelped, stumbling backward. I’d landed on his toes. Without my footing, I grasped at him, but I was nowhere near heavy enough to counteract his swinging in the opposite direction. I was pulled along with him, both of us falling backward through the shower curtain next to us. The rod ripped from the wall with a loud crack and we fell together, landing in a heap in the bathtub, me on top of Chris, both of us wrapped in the shower curtain like some kind of giant human taco.

“What the hell was that?!” Graydon yelled.

Then there was a loud bang as the bathroom door opened, hitting the wall.

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