Betrayed Bride: Claimed By The Best Man

e as her own. The King-size bed creaked beneath them, the sound rhythmic and unmistakable, and

raced the shell of her ear, his breath hot and deliberate. "Let go," he murmured, t

Her teeth sank deeper into her lower lip, and a

hip to change the pressure, and Kloe's restraint shattered. A sound escaped her-broken,

praised, and

red wall. On the other side, separated by perhaps six inches of drywa

something dark and vengeful curled in her stoma

is thumb tracing her pulse. "Thinking about him?" His voice wa

sweat gleaming on his forehead, his expression caught betwe

ding with the wall behind the headboard. The impact created a solid thud, vib

s flying to cover her

an breathed, an

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hest heaving. The silk robe he'd thrown on gaped open, revealing the tan lines from his

his sternum. "That was delicious," she purred. "So much better than your litt

is eyes. He inhaled, exhaled, watching the smoke curl towar

ugh was sharp. "Is that wha

d, to the elevator that would take him to the suite where his wife-his wi

ty sat in his stomach like bad sh

ued, her hand sliding lower. "Probabl

nmistakable to any adult with a functioning imagina

ainted mouth pursing. "Rude neighbors. D

n to hotels, who maintained apartments in three cities specifically to avoid this scenario, who'd once le

er. A woman's voice, pitch

ed, his hand on the handle, his eye finding the peephole. The corridor was

the reception at 11:30. Three hours.

ate and solid. Justen's fingers tightened on

e sheet pooling at her waist.

ind his bride and the terror of what he might discover, while