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The moment his hand slides to the small of my back, a shiver runs through me, my breath
hitching.
His hands are so warm, and though they are not as rough as Aiden’s calloused fingers, I can tell he’s played basketball before. It’s odd, the way I can almost picture his hands by
the feel of them.
They way I can almost imagine the way they’d feel against my most sensitive parts.
He pulls me in closer to him, our hips touching my breasts against his chest.
“You look beautiful,” he murmurs.
I nod, trying to swallow, though my mouth is dry. “You, you said that.”
His eyes lock on mine, dark and hungry, as though he’s seeing every inch of me. “We really should talk about last night.”
I shake my head quickly. “I don’t want to.”
His lips twitch, and his eyes drop to my mouth, lingering there like he’s fighting some internal battle. “Why?”
I look at him as he twirls us, and I frown. “Why do you want to talk about it so much?”
His eyes drop to my chest. “I’ve been imagining those perfect breasts all day.”
I scoff, and heat crawls up from my toes to my neck.
He only pulls me in tighter, his erection thick between us.
“Zaid,” I whisper, my spine shivering. “Stop, please.”
He tilts his head, dropping his hand to my lower back. I jolt in his hold; the feeling making me want to roll my eyes to the back of my head.
“You wanted me to watch you, to see you,” He whispers.
He drops his hand into my dress, cupping the top of my ass. I lean forward and rest my
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chin on his shoulder, looking to make sure no one is watching us.
My back is toward the fence and trees. No one is noticing the way his hand is basically massaging my ass. He pulls me harder against his erection, moving my hips so I grind against him. “I didn’t take you for the type to go commando for a wedding.”
I hiss, shaking my head as I pull away just an inch. “It was necessary for the dress.”
“Look at me, love.”
I lift my eyes to his, wanting to cry and kiss him all at once.
He swallows. “You want me.”
Į shake my head, lips trembling.
“You do.”
“Zaid. I’m with Aiden.”
He shakes his head with an incredulous laugh. “That asshole doesn’t deserve you.”
I search his eyes, grabbing his elbow to force his hand out of my dress. Thankfully, he complies. “Why do you say that?”
His eyes are just as serious as mine. “I think I’m ready to tell you everything you want to know. Everything Aiden has been keeping from you.”
My eyes fly over his shoulder to look at his brother, who is dancing with an older woman. “Really?”
Zaid grips my chin, redirecting my attention to him. “You want to know, don’t you?”
I nod, ignoring the sensations he is lighting up inside me. He drops his hand and grabs
mine, leading me off the dance floor and toward the house.
“Zaid, we can’t just leave the reception!”
He looks at me over his shoulder and shrugs. “We’ll be back.”
He tightens his hold on my hand and pulls me into the house. I smile awkwardly at the
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staff working the catering and we’re soon up the stairs and entering his room.
We’re starting at each other, chests heaving. He reaches behind him and locks the door.
“Wh–what are you doing?” I whisper, wrapping my arms around my waist.
He smiles. “You want something from me, and I want something from you. I’m thinking we can make an exchange.”
