“I’ve had more.”

I raised a brow. “Oh, yeah? Do tell.”

“I spent my freshman year in France and the nude beaches were always full of fun.”

My eyes may have been unfocused, but I straightened my stance as my c**k swelled. Her voice was sultry, her words seductive, and her body language deliberate. My mouth quirked and I found myself responding without thinking. “When you went to the beach did you do the American thing and wear your bathing suit?”

She leaned in closer and her breath rushed over my skin. “No, I didn’t even bring one to France.”

I’m sure my eyes widened and I tried to compose myself, pressing my back against the wall to stop myself from f**king her right there in the living room, although I was pretty sure that was what she wanted. My pulse was throbbing at the base of my neck and my heart was pounding. She glanced down at my jeans and I know she saw the bulge there. When she bit her lip I averted my gaze. Fuck was she hot. Her show went on as she graphically painted me a mental picture of life on the Riviera. I tried to avoid staring at her. But when she smiled, I couldn’t help but smile back and the urge to take her right there was stronger than ever. I knew I had to get out of there. So before she could finish, I abruptly interrupted. “Excuse me, I forgot I have something I have to do.” I turned and walked away without even glancing back.

I needed some air so I headed outside. I grabbed a sweatshirt but stopped in one of the downstairs suites on my way outside to throw some water on my face. I heard a knock then the door opening before I could say anything. She walked in, quickly closing the door behind her and locking it. She didn’t give me a chance to say a word before she pulled her skirt down and stood before me in her black lace panties.

I watched with reckless abandon as she unbuttoned her shirt and glided her palms down her stomach. My pulse skyrocketed when she slipped her fingers inside the waistband of her underwear.

“They aren’t pink, but will they do?” Her sultry voice was so provocative there was no denying her intentions.

I couldn’t move away from her. Instead my eyes locked on hers where we stood in the bathroom of the empty fraternity suite. She took her shirt off while I watched. When she removed her bra and twirled around slowly something inside me snapped. I couldn’t hold back. I just wanted to devour her.

And when she said, “This is how I looked on the French Riviera,” baring her chest to me, I strode across the room and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her mouth to mine. I kissed her with a need I couldn’t control—at that moment I let everything I knew in my life go.

“Take them off,” I ordered.

I propped myself up against the counter again to watch her.

Naked before me, she looked f**king edible. I wanted to have her in every way I could and I was pretty sure she wanted the same. The drunkenness seemed to slip away as passion overtook us.

“Come over here,” I told her.

When she came closer I scooped her up and set her on the counter. I was going there and there was no going back.

I betrayed someone I loved. That night I became someone else—someone who couldn’t get enough. It was a feeling I can’t explain. I didn’t understand it then and I still don’t. But what I’ve come to realize is she was the most provocative girl I’ve ever known. Giving in to temptation, I allowed weakness to conquer strength, desire to win out over love.

I roll over and force myself to think of anything else until I finally drift off.

***

My alarm buzzes and startles me awake. Bleary with sleep, I try to figure out why I set it on the weekend. Oh right. I get the honor of attending a wedding tonight. But first up, some new wheels. Money in the bank and a new ride, that’s enough to get me going and put a smile on my face today.

When I stop by the coffee shop for my morning Joe, Ruby’s there sitting at a table with her head hung low.

“Hey, where’s the smile you always wear?” I ask placing my hand on her shoulder.

She looks up and wipes tears from her eyes with her thumbs. “Oh, sorry. Bad night, that’s all.”

Now, I could be the ass**le I know I am and ignore the fact that she’s crying. I could also ignore the comment because like I said, I’m not looking to be her girlfriend. But I woke up in a decent mood and I didn’t even have a hangover, so rather than bolt, I decide to sit down. “Want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” she answers, pulling her lips upward and taking a deep breath.

Thank f**k because I wasn’t looking to be her shoulder to cry on. But I do study her for a moment. I take a sip of my coffee, then look out the window for a few minutes. “Hey, see that over there?” I’m pointing to a motorcycle stopped at the light.

She nods and sits up straighter, the corners of her lips turning up even further. “Yeah, a dad whose son was screaming all morning because there was no Captain Crunch left for breakfast.” She giggles.

I notice the grocery bag on the back. “You’ve got this nailed. But today I’m not detailing, I’m buying, and I’m shopping for one of those.”

“Really?” She sounds surprised.

“Really.”

“Stop by later and show me?”

I nod. “Hey, you sure everything is okay?”

She smiles. “Go buy yourself a new ride. We’ll talk later.”

I make a mental note to stop by Beck’s tomorrow and ask what’s going on before I head for the door.