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• “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 crotch. 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 widen 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 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 no one is 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.

  I lick my dry lips as he opens the door and smiles. “You don’t mind a bit of an audience, do you?”

  My eyes widen and I swallow loudly, seeing a small smirk form on his lips. “I hope you’re joking.” I’m not having sex in front of people. No fucking way.

  “I am. Come on.” He grabs my hand, but I stay firmly planted in the doorway.

  “You don’t have a girlfriend, do you? Because if we’re about to do what I think we’re about to do, it’s not happening if you have one.”

  He raises his eyebrows at me, seemingly unprepared for that justified question. “No, no girlfriend. I haven’t had one of those since college.” He tugs me against his chest. “Any more questions before I ravage you?”

  I shake my head slowly with a flirtatious smile.

  “Good.” He pulls me into the bathroom and locks the door behind us before he pushes me up against it.