“Really? Tell me.” I swallow loudly and close my eyes, wanting to block out everything around me that isn’t him in this moment. It’s only his breath on my face, his scent, and the slightest contact of his skin against mine. “Did the two of you ever sneak off at a wedding and fuck each other’s brains out?”

Holy hell. Did he just say that? My eyes shoot open and my mouth drops. Can I honestly respond to that? Would he like it if I told him exactly what I wanted to say, that I only wanted him to fuck my brains out at this wedding or any wedding for that matter? I shift on my feet and search my head for the appropriate wording when Joey appears at my side, out of breath.

“Cupcake, I need a moment.” He grabs my hand, smiling flirtatiously at Reese and pulls me towards our table, planting me firmly in a chair.

I glare at him. “This better be an emergency for me to allow you to pull me away from that conversation. He just basically insinuated that he wanted to fuck me into tomorrow and I’d very much like that.” My eyes flick back to Reese who is talking to one of the bridesmaids now, her hands playfully pushing at his chest as he speaks. Oh please, you look so desperate.

Joey straightens his tie and pulls his jacket off, slipping it on the back of his chair. “Good lord, he’s direct. But back to the important matter at hand, Billy just gave me the best blow job of my life.”

My eyes narrow at his beaming face and he shrinks a bit in his chair. “Seriously, Joey? That’s what you had to pull me away from Reese for? You couldn’t have waited until after I had an orgasm to tell me this?” I lean forward and his eyes widen. “And for shit’s sake, what guy hasn’t blown you that you aren’t quickly trying to give the title of best mouth in Chicago to?”

“That’s not all I needed to tell you.” His voice lowers as he moves in closer to me, his hand brushing my hair back to reveal my ear. “On our way to our secluded hook up spot, I saw the bride with her lips wrapped around the best man’s dick.”

“WHAT?” I clasp my hand quickly over my mouth as I feel hundreds of eyes on me. “Are you fucking serious?” I manage in a much more appropriate tone. He nods just as Juls storms up to our table.

“You two bitches are so fucking loud. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Joey and I say in unison.

I wasn’t sure we should make Juls aware of the situation just yet. I’d let her get paid first, and then drop that juicy bomb in her lap. She’d want to rub it in Justin’s face that he got what was coming to him and that might result in a canceled wedding reception and a loss of her commission.

I brush my hair off my shoulder and smile sweetly at her. “Are you done with your wedding planning duties now?” I ask, wanting to change the subject.

“Yes, finally.” She rolls her eyes. “That fucking wedding party was a disaster. I’m pretty sure they were all in some giant orgy back there before they walked into the reception.” I meet Joey’s eyes and we both try to keep a straight face. The music picks up and Juls jumps on her heels, reaching out for our hands. “Ooohhh I love this song! Come on. Let’s go show these rich snobs how we shake it in downtown Chicago.”

“You know it girl,” Joey says as I shuffle quickly behind them.

She makes a quick stop at Ian’s table and my eyes lock on to Reese who gives me a playful smile behind his drink. The other boys are talking amongst themselves. “Wanna dance, babe?” Juls asks before Ian grabs her and pulls her into his lap, kissing her passionately in front of everyone. I can’t help but blush and glance quickly at Reese who notices and winks at me. My heart beats roughly in my chest at the gesture. Relax, it was just a wink.

“Jesus Christ. Get a fucking room,” Joey spats, pulling me in the direction of the dance floor.

“Wait.” I pull my hand out of his and quickly walk around the table. I stop in front of Reese and lean down, pressing my lips to his ear as he lifts his face to mine. His fingers curl around my arm and the contact makes me momentarily dizzy. “Keep your eyes on me,” I say and he sucks in a breath. Our eyes are locked and our faces inches apart.

“How could I not?” he replies softly. I straighten and see the lingering intensity in his stare as Joey reclaims my hand and pulls me out onto the floor which is now packed with guests.

Beyoncé’s “Naughty Girl” is bumping through the speakers, the bass vibrating through my body as I begin to move. Joey and Juls dance next to me, the three of us trying to out dance the other. My hands move up my body, brushing over my stomach, up my chest and up and around my neck as I close my eyes and let the music take over. I love to dance, especially with my best friends. My hands run through my wavy hair and I feel the hem of my dress rise a bit, brushing the middle of my bare thighs. “Go girl.” Joey squawks and my eyes flash open to see him spinning and twirling around me, as only Joey can do. For a man so tall and muscular, he can move his body as if he was professionally trained. I sway my hips and move in the most overly flirtatious way possible, hoping and praying that Reese is watching me but not having the balls to glance over and know for sure. I squeal with Juls as Rihanna’s “S&M” comes on overhead. A pair of strong hands wrap around my tiny waist from behind me and I still, feeling hot breath in my hair.

“Don’t stop, Dylan.” Reese’s voice sends a chill up my spine and goose bumps along my exposed skin. His hips move against my back as he pulls me against him, his hands slipping around my stomach. Juls’ eyes widen and she goes to reach for me when Ian appears by her side and grabs her hand, spinning her into him and dipping her for a kiss. I close my eyes and feel his hands move up my rib cage, his thumbs brushing along the bottom of my breasts as I rub my ass against his lap. I haven’t danced like this with a guy in years, in fact, I don’t know if I’ve ever enjoyed it this much before. My pulse is hammering in my throat and I can feel my face heat up from the contact. We’re moving together in perfect rhythm as I reach up and around his neck, feeling his breath on my bare shoulder. His hands spin me and my chest presses against his.

“This dress is killing me,” he says, brushing my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. We continue to move against each other, his impressive erection digging into my stomach and my hands gripping tightly around his neck while he holds on to my hips. Our lips are so close; open as our ragged breathing brushes each other’s face, sharing the same air. If either of us were to move in slightly, we would be kissing.

“Were you watching me?”

“Depends. Were you dancing just for me?” I lick my lips and nod, his eyes widening before he drops his hands from my waist and grabs my hand, pulling me away from the dance floor. Holy shit. This is it. I’m actually going to have slutty wedding sex with the hottest guy on the planet. I inwardly high-five myself as we move quickly between the guests.

I follow closely behind him, my heels preventing the faster walking that I would have preferred as we move down the staircase and down the hallway that leads to the bathrooms. My chest is rising and falling rapidly and my nervous energy has kicked in, causing me to practically bounce on my feet. He pushes the men’s room door open and drops my hand.

“Wait here.” Disappearing behind the door, I stand outside the men’s room and pray to God that no one was in there. I’m so wound up right now, I can’t imagine what would happen if we didn’t follow through with this. I’ve never felt this turned on in my life.