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“Thank you. You look ravishing as always.” She swatted me away, even though she was all pimped out in a gold dress.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to dance with Emilia.” Her eyes lit up. How do old people always know when you like someone?

“Of course.”

Emilia took my hand and I led her to the dance floor, the live jazz band played an easy track.

“You looked like you needed saving.” I rested my hand on her hip and used the other to take her hand. Her hand was around my shoulders, her fingers swirling the nape of my neck. It sent a shiver right down my spine. The closeness of her body made me feel her heat against me; the warmth and softness of her body is a novelty.

“A little. Did you enjoy the party?” I stared down at her eyes. They pulled me right in and made me crazy.

“I enjoyed the flowers.” I smirked.

“His speech was good. He’s always been good with words. He is a lawyer after all.” I chuckled.

“Yeah. But it was nice. Gabriella looks really happy,” I admitted. Speaking of the happy couple, we spotted them next to the cake, stealing some more. Levi is a pig, he used to always steal my food in our dorm.

“She does. I’m just ready to be done playing wedding planner. It’s stressful.” I laughed, and she giggled softly.

“You did a good job though.”

“Thank you.”

We danced on, until she got closer and closer and we were basically embracing on the dance floor, her head on my chest.

I whispered in her ear, “I booked my hotel room next to yours.” Her body froze, but then her clenched muscles relaxed. “You can stop by if you want. I’m a great stress reliever.”

My fingers circled her hip. Making it obvious how much I want her.

“Maybe. I want to stay focused.”

“I know I’m a distraction.” A smile hinted at my voice. She pulled back to look into my eyes.

“I didn’t mean it that way…I’m easily distracted. And you…I could stay in bed with you all day if I’m not careful.” She smiled softly. My cock hardened at the thought of it.

“You know, we’ve never had sex in a bed before.” Her eyes widened as her skin flushed.

I just pulled her back and kept dancing with her, leaving her with that thought.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Tristan

By the time I got to my hotel room I was exhausted and horny. I shouldn’t have been thinking about Emilia like that, but I couldn’t help it. The way she looked in that dress. She was stunning. So much so that it hurts. My cock, specifically.

I met plenty of women in the elevator that were jumping at the bit to get me off. What was it with weddings? I gave them all a polite smile and averted the situation. We never said we were exclusive. I could have easily been an asshole and taken any of them to my hotel room. But the simple thought made me sick. I cared about my baby doll way too much. And for my own good too.

I had to figure out what I’ll do when the wedding is up. I won’t convince her to be with me, but she was an adult. If she decides to, then how the hell can I stop her?

I keyed in my room and started undressing. I was about done for the night. Shoes off, tie undone, I had nothing but my pants on when there was a knock on my door. Did one of those women follow me?

It’s almost midnight. It isn’t mom or dad. With a heavy sigh, I opened the door prepared to let someone down but instead I saw Emilia. In a tee shirt that might as well be a dress. My eyes quickly took in her small frame, pert breasts and smooth legs. Down to her fuzzy night slippers.

“Come in, I don’t want anyone seeing you.” I pulled her inside. “What are you doing here?”

Her round blue eyes widened as they looked up at me, stopping to look over my naked chest. She closed the space and pretty much jumped on me, but I didn’t miss a beat as I kissed her back. Hard, hot, and heavy. Our tongues were a slobbering mess of desire as my hands brought those hips right to me, rubbing against my cock.

But then she broke away, leaving me with my eyes shut searching after her until I looked into her eyes.

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