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s already sliding down before my eyes even opened all the way, pressing against the wet spot

out the door for the videography gig and I was already this worked up. I grabbed my phone, ignored Ava's three missed calls,

hand and pressed it flat against the thick, hard line of him through his boxers. I'd stroked once w

ed sleep or I'll be useless." He'd cursed, pulled me in for a kiss that left my head spinning, and muttered "just a min

mped in the shower, and tried to wash the ache off. It only got worse. By t

ed. "You better be in the car. The c

I glanced back at the bedroom. Silas was still out cold, sheet low, t

t last night. Make i

ide a blur of stoplights and me pressing my t

I pulled up. Ava waved me over from t

es before the bride makes her entran

ed the ballroom again. "Let's make sure the secondary lights are steady

Ava grinned an

ding with guests whose jewelry alone could fund my entire st

h ago to land me this gig, told me I deserved to b

laughing, her veil shimmering under the light. I was in my element, cam

go?" I muttered, scanning the

attered. I turned down a side corridor, hoping to find them, but instea

en, a

a half-open door before I could even gasp. My back hit a wall

breathed,

loosened, white shirt perfectly pressed, sleeves rolled just enough to expose h

ou," he m

justed my glasses. "You s

is hand braced beside my face before pressing a kiss to my l

icking over him. "You came all the

d a break from my own meeting. May

like that didn't always make

ngers betrayed me, brushing his sleeve, tracing

low and amused. "But I

e tiles. I could see the reflection of us in the mirror across t

hat I could see the faint stubbl

"Crowded. Busy. I t

in my pocket. I pulled

va

cked. "They're calling for the photog

, glancing back at Sil

le, but his eyes held something heavi

las

tray curl behind my ear. "You've been working

ne, that low, persuasive whisper

tonight," I said, voice

"Tonight," he repeated, like it was a promise and

ell you I'l

sing, half something else. "Can I ge

t time? What's that

. "Nothing. I'm just... built

His shirt was crisp, his hair perfectly styled, like h

you going

t too long. "Just

rther, the music from the ballroom swelled,

said softly, bru

time. "I love you," he murmured. "An

sheepishl

" I said, more quiet

he corridor lights catching his reflecti