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“You won’t have to face Noah for two weeks. So if something were to happen later, you wouldn’t have to feel guilty.”
I quietly moan, bringing her back close to me. My dick obviously agrees with her because I’m hard as a rock right now. “So you don’t think we should wait until we tell them first?”
“We can tell them as soon as they get back. What we do in these next two weeks is our business and things we need to figure out forourselves.”
“God, I don’t think I have the strength to stay away from you anymore.”
“Then don’t,” she smiles up at me as the dance ends and gives me a wink.
“Playing with fire again, I see.”
“I like fire,” she says, grinning and walking away, making sure I get a view of her perfect ass in that dress. I think I just met my match.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Bella
I can feelhis eyes on me as I walk away. My skin is all hot and flushed from dancing with him. I felt how hard he was, and my body is done waiting. I want these two weeks with him, and if I have to slowly seduce him this evening, then I will. By the end of the night, it will be him that’s begging me.
I walk to the bar and join Noah and Emma and the rest of the bridal party. Skye hands me a tequila shot, and Cole gives Maverick one when he walks up behind me.
“To Mr. and Mrs. Bennett!” Sophia says, holding up her shot glass to the rest of us. I down the shot and welcome the burn sliding down my throat. I slowly lick my lips, knowing Maverick is watching me. This is going to be fun. I order a margarita instead of my usual wine. If I’m doing tequila shots tonight, I need to stick with the same alcohol.
I look around and see Logan and Sara talking at their table. “We should probably go check on our dates,” I say, looking at Maverick and laughing.
“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.” He gets a beer, and we make our way to the table.
I pull out a chair next to Logan, and Maverick does the same next to Sara.
“I think our bridal party duties are officially over. I’m sorry I’ve been so absent.” I look at Logan, and he smiles at me.
“It’s no problem. Sara has been nice enough to keep me company.” He looks over at her, and she blushes. Yeah, there is something definitely going on here.
“Sara, this is Bella. Bell, this is Sara,” Maverick says, introducing us.
I size Sara up, trying to see if there’s anything between Maverick and her. She’s a beautiful brunette with blue eyes. I can see why Maverick almost took her home. When she looks at Maverick, though, I don’t see anything in her eyes or in her body language that indicates that she’s into him. I look at Maverick, and he arches his brow, questioning whether I will behave.
“Hi Bella, it’s nice to finally meet you.” She looks around the table and gives a small laugh. “This is awkward as hell.”
I laugh and decide I like her. “It’s nice to meet you too, Sara.” I hear Mav breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that I’m going to play nice.
“I think it’s time to hit that dance floor. I see everyone waving us over. What do you guys say?” Maverick asks us.
I look over and see Sophia and Frankie out there with Cole and Skye. They’re dancing their asses off and motioning for us to join them. Laughing, I stand up and grab my drink. “Let’s go show them how it’s done.”
“We’ll be right there. We’re going to grab another drink first,” Logan stands up with Sara, walking her to the bar.
“I think our dates just ditched us.” I watch as Logan puts his hand on the small of Sara’s back.
“They do look good together. I guess it was fate that we both brought them so they could meet.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. The Universe has a way of bringing people together that are meant to be.” I turn to Maverick and grin. “Let’s see what you got on the dance floor. I hope you can keep up.” I laugh and run to our friends joining in on the dance party.
I turn around and see Maverick laugh before slowly removing his jacket and tie. He loosens the top couple of buttons, and my eyes hungrily take in his as he rolls up his sleeves, exposing his tattoos on one arm. He looks sinfully sexy as he walks over and starts to dance with us. He twirls Sophia around, making her laugh as Frankie does the same with me. He lets go of me, and I end up crashing into Maverick’s hard chest. He steadies me and grabs my arms.
“You always seem to be falling into my arms,” he murmurs against my hair.
“I guess my body naturally gravitates toward you.” I bring my hands up to his chest before grabbing his shirt collar. His eyes darken at the touch.
