I don’t know what’s come over me, but my entire body buzzes with anticipation. This man has my blood rushing, and I don’t want it to stop anytime soon. My core throbs from his words—his promise.

Watching him undo his cuff links, I feel the heat pool right to my center. I’ve never wanted a man as much as I want him right now. Perhaps this undeniable desire is from the rapid shots of alcohol, or maybe it’s because I’ve been sex deprived for way too long.

Whatever the reason, I want anything he’s willing to give me. Just for tonight.

“Keep those heels on, sweetheart,” he orders when I attempt to kick them off. “I have plans for you in those.” He flashes a panty-dropping smirk, which reminds me I’m standing naked in front of him while he’s still fully clothed.

“I will as long as you take off your clothes,” I tease, desperate to see what’s underneath them. It’s obvious how built and muscular he is, but the moment he unbuttons his shirt and reveals his broad shoulders and chest, I nearly drop to my knees and thank baby Jesus for blessing me with this sinful view. Washboard abs that form into a delicious V have me moaning aloud.

“Like what you see?” His cocky grin only adds to his appeal. Confidence is sexy in a man, no doubt, but this man brings confidence to a whole new level.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing,” I retort, taking notice of his growing hard-on. “You’re starting to look a little… constricted.”

I yelp when he grabs my hand and pushes it against his erection straining through his slacks. Before I can stop myself, I’m moaning again when he rubs my palm along the length.

Pressing us close, he brings his lips to my ear. “How fast do you think I can make you come before I even take my dick out?”

I swallow—his words unexpected, but they drive a throbbing sensation right to my clit.

“Let’s see, shall we?” His amused tone continues to turn me on when he slips one hand down my body and lands between my legs. “Are you wet for me, baby?”

“Mm-hmm,” I hum, my head rolling back between my shoulders as he swipes a finger down my slit. He repeats the movement before inserting a finger inside. “Mmm yes.”

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, picking up his pace. “So wet and tight.” He pulls out swiftly before thrusting two fingers and curling them deep inside my pussy. I release another hungry moan as I clench my muscles around him.

“More,” I beg, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his. His free hand fists my hair as he holds my mouth to his with an urgency I’ve never felt before.

“What a gorgeous fucking sight,” he praises against my lips, breaking our kiss. “You fucking my fingers and so goddamn greedy for it.”

“Yes.” I pant. “I am.”

That makes him smile. His thumb reaches up and circles my clit with intense pressure as he continues twisting his thick fingers inside me. My eyes flutter closed as my head falls back, and I gasp when his mouth lands on my neck, sucking and kissing as my impending orgasm builds.

My knees go weak as he works me faster and manages to sink even deeper. I dig my nails into his biceps as I hold on and ride out the explosive orgasm that follows. He slows his pace, groaning in my ear as I come down from the high.

“That might be a new record.” Blinking, I see his cocky grin again, and even though I just came all over his fingers, that grin does something to my insides. Oh God.

“Your turn,” I say, reaching for his button and zipper. He lets me undo his slacks, and when he kicks his shoes off, I push them down till he’s standing in only his briefs with an obvious hard-on. Sliding my hand inside, I’m greeted by the velvety smooth shaft, and when I pump him a couple of times, he groans in response.

“Fuck, you keep doing that and I won’t be able to do all the things I’ve wanted to do since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he growls as I pump faster. “Stella…” His warning tone has me smiling at the control I have over him right now.

“What do you want to do with me?” My tone is meant to taunt him, but his dark, hungry eyes let me know he doesn’t appreciate being teased, which makes me want to do it that much more.

“So fucking much.” His voice comes out strained as I continue to stroke him. My breasts are pressed against his chest, and when I feel him tense, he grinds his teeth. “Turn around.” His order comes out rough and demanding.

Before I can obey his orders, he grabs my shoulders and spins me around. I feel his erection press against the small of my back as his hands slide down to my waist. “You see what you do to me? Aching so fucking bad for you, but I want to take my time with you.”

I grin although he can’t see my face. Sliding a hand up my stomach, he palms my breast and rolls my nipple between his fingers. My head falls back against his chest as he plucks it and harshly squeezes it.

“Ahh…” I groan at the pain that turns into pleasure within seconds. He does it again, harder this time. “Yes,” I say on a moan. I love it.

Lowering his mouth, he whispers in my ear, “Bend over the bed so I can get a look at that pretty pussy of yours.” His words send a thrill through me that I haven’t felt in a long time. I can’t remember the last time a guy has been so demanding, but I also really like it.

Moaning, I obey his order and bend down until my ass is sticking out. The height of my heels keeps our waists at the same level, and when he dips his head, I feel his lips trail down my spine. They send shivers along my skin, and when he grips my hips and stands back up, he kicks my legs open with his foot.

He kneels, slapping his palms against my ass cheeks and spreading them wide. His hungry growl is the only warning I get before his tongue sinks inside me. I yelp in surprise at how furious his mouth devours me and rest my elbows on the bed for support.

“Holy shit,” I murmur, feeling his tongue massage over my clit before sliding along my slit and pressing deeper inside.

“Mmm, fuck yes.” He slaps my ass, causing me to moan in pleasure. His firm hold on my thighs keeps his mouth planted on my pussy. He devours it like a man eating his last meal and doesn’t stop until I crumple under him.

Before I can catch my breath, he lines himself up at my entrance and rubs the crown of his cock against my opening. I hadn’t even realized he stripped out of his briefs and sheathed himself, but the moment he pushes through my barrier, everything goes dark.

He fills me, pushing deeper inch by inch, and once my body relaxes, I take all of him.

“Yes…” I whisper, loving the way he feels inside me. So full.

“Fuck, Stella,” he groans, his hand sliding up my back until it twists in my hair, and he pulls my body up, so his chest is against my back. “You feel so goddamn good.”

He continues his torturous pleasure, rocking into me and hitting every nerve ending possible. Pulling my head back, he exposes my throat, and his lips capture the flesh under my ear. His other hand rounds my stomach and circles my clit.

“Oh, God,” I whimper as he increases his pace, working my clit so damn fast and hard.

“Yeah, baby. Tell me how much you love my cock fucking you,” he growls in my ear, sending shivers through my entire body. Fuck, his gruff voice alone sets me off.

“Don’t stop,” I plead. “Harder.”

“My fucking pleasure, sweetheart.” Sinking his teeth into my shoulder, he kisses over the mark as he digs his fingertips into my hips and pounds into me with a ruthless pace.

“Please, yesyesyes…” My words scramble over another, my heart beating rapidly in my chest as he fulfills every fantasy I’ve ever had.

“What do you need, pretty girl? Tell me,” he orders, his cock slamming into my pussy over and over again. “You need to come?”

“Mmm,” I grit between my teeth, groaning in desperation.

Without responding, he flips me over, and I fall onto the bed. My legs are over his shoulders within seconds, and his mouth is back on my swollen clit. His tongue and fingers work me into oblivion until I’m crying out in ecstasy.

“Holy shit,” I mutter, gasping for air. My throat is dry from the inaudible words that spewed out of my mouth, but I don’t have much time to dwell on it because he hooks my ankles over his shoulders and leans over me until he’s seated deep inside.

He cups my breast as he groans into my neck, chasing his own orgasm hard and fast. Digging my nails into his back, I encourage him, and he stills before jerking and releasing inside me.

“Fuck, Stella…” he groans in my ear before cupping my chin and pressing his lips to mine in a heated kiss filled with lust. Guilt surfaces for lying to him about my name but knowing this is only a one-night thing, I push the thought away because I doubt he’ll even care.

“Mmm, buttercream.” He licks his lips, getting a taste of the dessert I ate earlier. I see the corner of his lips tilt up as his eyes light up in amusement.

“Wedding cake,” I confirm with a half smile, still trying to catch my breath.

“I like it. Suits you.”

I narrow my eyes, pondering his words. “How so?”

After licking his lower lip, his grin turns into a wide, knowing smile. “Pretty on the outside, sweet and delicious on the inside.” He winks before pushing his body off mine, and I admire his fine ass while he walks to the bathroom.

Lying on the bed, I try to sit up, but my legs feel like mush. He returns a minute later with a towel in his hand and offers it to me.

“Thanks.” I take it and clean myself, unable to look at the man who just fucked my brains out. The alcohol hasn’t worn off completely but knowing I can’t even remember his name has me blushing with guilt.

“Where are you going?” He pulls my arm when I attempt to walk away. “I have plans for you, Buttercream. I’m not done with you yet.”

“What kind of plans?” I tease, sucking in my lower lip as he sets me over his hips, so I’m straddling him.

“We only have one night, right?” He arches a brow, waiting for my confirmation, and when I nod, he continues. “Which means I’m going to make every minute count.”

He cups the back of my neck and captures my mouth with his in a feverish kiss. Hands and lips cover my skin, playing and sucking until both of us have had our fill.

Which seems never-ending, considering he takes me three more times before the sun rises.

The obnoxious thumping in my head is the first thing I notice when I startle awake. Once I peel my eyes open, the sun rising and glaring through the barely there curtains is the second thing I notice.

I drank way too much last night, which I haven’t done in a long-ass time. The last time I let loose like that was years ago when a bunch of my classmates and I went out to celebrate acing our exams. Between work and family engagements, I only drank a glass or two of wine at a time, so the fact that I’m not puking my guts out right now is a miracle.

It takes me a second to realize where I am. Blinking to clear my vision, I look around the room and remember he took me to his room at the B&B last night. Wait. Who is he? I know he told me his name, and I probably even screamed it a few times, but for the life of me, I’m drawing a blank.

Ethan? Nathan? Drew? Fuck.

It doesn’t matter anyway since I don’t plan on hanging around. I broke my own damn rule, and now I need to get the hell out before I’m face-to-face with him.

Slowly, I slide my body out of bed, grabbing the fallen sheet from the floor and wrapping it around my chest. I grab my clutch before tiptoeing to the bathroom and quietly shut the door behind me. Once I pee and fix the rat’s nest on my head, I reach for my phone and see Kiera’s already texted me.

I roll my eyes. Of course, she’d ask that.

Oh my God. My entire body starts to shake. Courtney is the Bishop sister.

My heart is racing, and I don’t know whether to cry or scream—or both. What the fuck? What kind of man cheats on his wife at the wedding of her brother? Where the hell was Courtney and the kids? I rack my brain to think of when I saw her last, but nothing comes to mind. Could she have left early to put the triplets to bed? I only met her briefly, but she and Drew were both in the wedding party, and I remember seeing her walk down the aisle with her long blonde hair and wide, giddy smile.

Oh my God, what have I done?

I tiptoe back out into the room and grab my dress and shoes. Once I’ve slipped my clothes on, I look around and see Drew’s tux spread out on the floor. Anger fills my veins as I think about what my ex did to me and how shitty it felt to be cheated on. Why would this guy risk his whole life for a one-night stand? It was both of our ideas to keep things casual, but to cheat on your wife with her entire family nearby?

What a motherfucking douchebag. The thought brings up the moment I realized my ex was a cheating asshole, and that anger resurfaces, sending me into action.

Just because I’m bailing doesn’t mean he should get away with this. Who knows how many other times he’s cheated or plans to in the future.

I quickly gather up his clothes and shoes and walk out with whatever dignity I have left—which isn’t much, considering the circumstances. I make sure to set his phone and wallet down on the nightstand, but let’s see him talk his way out of this one. He won’t be able to leave without telling people his one-night stand stole his clothes.

Take that, you cheating bastard.

I quickly go down the staircase and keep my head low, so no one stops me. I don’t want anyone looking at me and wonder why I’m fleeing. Once I’m outside, I spot Kiera’s car and run barefoot until I hit the door. Rushing inside, I slam it behind me and finally breathe.

“Go!” I tell her, not wanting to chat about this entire fucked-up situation.

My heart races as she speeds out of the parking lot, and I clench the tux and shoes to my chest. When we’re finally a couple of miles down the road, I exhale.

“What are you holding?” Kiera finally notices my full arms.

I cringe, realization setting in to what I’ve done. “His tux.”

Her eyes widen as she bursts out laughing. She’s nearly rolling over and beside herself when she watches my deadpan expression.

“You fucking ran out with his clothes? The hell, Em?” She’s still laughing as she scolds me.

“Well, I was pissed to find out he’s married! He deserves it,” I explain matter-of-factly. I throw them in her back seat as well as the shoes before slipping my heels on.

“Are you sure his name was Drew?” She narrows her eyes.

“No.” I shake my head. “I just know that he was in the wedding party because he was wearing the same tux.”

“Well, there were eight groomsmen. So let’s figure this out. Process of elimination.”

I nod. “Okay. Well, I know it wasn’t Jackson or John.” She gives me a side-eye glance that tells me it better not have been either of them. “I wasn’t that drunk.”

“Drunk enough to forget his name.” She chuckles, and I frown. “Okay, sorry. That was mean.”

“Continue…”

“That leaves his older brother, Evan, his brother-in-law, Drew—which I’m praying to God it wasn’t—Alex’s cousins, William and Mason, and his two friends, Dylan and Jake.”

“None of those names ring a bell, to be honest,” I admit.

“Process of elimination,” she reminds me. “Let’s start with Drew. Did he have a ton of tattoos on his arms and chest? He has dark brown hair and is really built.”

I blink, picturing his naked body and trying to remember if I saw any ink on his body. “I don’t think so, but I’m not positive.” I close my eyes and think back to when he bit my shoulder, and my fingernails dug into his biceps as he fucked me hard. “Wait, no. His arms are bare.”

“Are you sure?” There’s a hopefulness in her tone.

Nodding, the image clearer in my mind now. “Yeah, I remember his arms now. Ink free.”

She releases a long breath, and her shoulders relax. “Then it couldn’t have been Drew. He has a tattoo sleeve on one of his arms.”

“I would’ve remembered that much ink,” I say.

“Thank God.” She sighs. “I was going to have a stroke if it really was Drew.”

“Yeah, I’m glad too.” My entire body relaxes knowing I didn’t help a married man cheat on his wife. “But then who the hell was it?”

“Five more to go through.” She chuckles, finding my misery humorous when I glare at her. “The first time you slut around, and you can’t even remember his name. I’m sorry…not sorry.”

I roll my eyes, hating that I didn’t have enough willpower to stick to my damn rules. “This is why I vowed for no more relationships or men. It always comes back to bite me in the ass.”

“Not to mention you stole an innocent man’s tux.” She snorts. “You know that needs to be returned, right? Otherwise, there’s like a five-hundred-dollar fee.”

“I’m not returning it!” I squeal. “Am I just supposed to walk in and be like ‘Oh hey, I took this but wanted to return it. Sorry.’”

“Well, none of the other groomsmen are married, so technically, you did steal it.”

My head falls back on the seat as I groan and curse for getting myself into this situation. “Can’t you do it for me? Just say that you found it or something.”

“But that doesn’t sound nearly as much fun as making you do it.” She smirks.

“Kiera Georgina Young! I have bailed you out of so much shit, you owe me!” I point my finger at her. “Should I remind you of Billy Peterson our junior year and the two-hundred-dollar bra you left in his room that you made me sneak in and get back for you?”

“Ugh.” She groans, curling her lip up in annoyance. “I hate when you use my middle name.”

“You deserve it.”

“Fine, but then I’m asking whose it is and figuring this mystery out once and for all.”

“I don’t even want to know,” I say, wishing I could erase the memory of last night. Even though the parts I can remember were really hot. I turn and look at her. “Wait. You want to tell me where you were last night?”

Her cheeks redden, and it’s all I need to know it’s a juicy story.

“Spill it.”