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“What if I mess this up?" I murmured. Clark’s hand tightened over mine. "It’s not going to be perfect because no marriage is. You’re going to fight, clash, say things you don’t mean... When you love someone, these things can happen. But, Joss" –he dipped his head to meet my gaze– "the good you two will have together will always outweigh any bad. He smiled."And I think Braden’s proved there’s not much you can do to chase him off.”

“What do you want to talk about until the flight is called?" "Cold wind. Sleet. The ugly doorman at Club 39. Porridge." I burst out laughing. "You mean anything that won’t give you an erection?" He smiled at me, his eyes roaming my face lovingly. "Maybe we should just stop talking altogether. And put a bag over your head. And cover your legs." "Just don’t look at me." "I can still smell you." "I could move." "Dare move away from me and I’ll put you over my knee, Wife." "That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“¿Cuándo cambié a tus ojos? Adam me miró con otro «tú estás loca». —No pienso contártelo. —¿Por qué no? —Porque es una de esas cosas de tíos que no entenderías y que probablemente te cabreará. Genial. Ahora estaba definitivamente intrigada. —No me enfadaré. Solo dímelo por favor —le supliqué con dulzura. —Vale. —Me miró con cautela—. Fue la mañana siguiente a tu decimoctavo cumpleaños. Mis ojos se agrandaron al recordarlo. «¿En serio?» —Sí, la mañana en la que tú… oh, casualmente, me dijiste que habías perdido la virginidad. ¿Fue ese el momento en que se dio cuenta de que sentía algo por mí? Dios… Joss tenía razón, los hombres era trogloditas. (...) Adam había estado celoso. No fue lo que me pareció en aquel momento. —Supe que estabas enojado conmigo, pero creí que era otro de esos episodios de «hermano mayor sobreprotector». —¡No! —Adam movió la cabeza sombríamente, se echó hacia atrás y se apoyó en las palmas de las manos—. Fue uno de esos episodios «estoy buscando a la hermana pequeña de mi mejor amigo, que me acaba de decir que se ha acostado con un tío por primera vez y lo único que veo son sus labios hinchados y su pelo revuelto recién salido de la cama y me he puesto jodidamente cachondo». —Sus ojos se detuvieron en mi boca conforme recordaba—. Mi cuerpo reaccionó a lo que habías dicho antes de que pudiera hacerlo mi cabeza. De repente me encontré preguntándome cómo sería ser acariciado por tus labios, a qué sabrías, cómo me sentiría al tener tus largas piernas alrededor de mi espalda mientras empujaba dentro de ti... —Me sacudí, notando cómo se me calentaba la piel ante el conocimiento de que Adam había estado teniendo pensamientos lascivos sobre mí durante mucho tiempo sin que yo tuviera ni idea—. Así que me cabreé. Conmigo por desearte así. Y también contigo… por dejarle probarte… Nuestras miradas se encontraron y mi respiración se tornó pesada. Supe que si no decía nada terminaríamos haciendo el amor en la segunda habitación antes de que pudiéramos acabar nuestro paseo por el sendero de la memoria.”

“Sex and holidays." "Uh, what?" "I'm making a list of things that make you agreeable." I scoffed, pushing my foot into his leg. "And all you got is sex and vacations?" "The length of the list is not my fault." "Are you saying I'm disagreeable?" He raised an eyebrow. "Woman, how stupid do you think I am? You really think I'm answering that? I want to get laid tonight." I pushed him harder. "Watch it, or you might get laid to rest." Braden threw his head back and laughed.”

“Sometimes the clouds weren't weightless. Sometimes their bellies got dark and full. It was life. It happened. It didn't mean it wasn't scary, or that I wasn't still afraid, but now I knew that as long as I was standing under it with Braden beside me when those clouds broke, I'd be alright. We'd get rained on together. Knowing Braden he'd have a big ass umbrela to shelter us from the worst of it. That there was an uncertain future I could handle.”

“Not able to stop it, I felt a small smile tilt up the corners of my mouth. "Noted. Althought I must protest that you keep forcing unwanted kisses on me." "It's the only way to get one. Unwanted indeed." He raised a knowing eyebrow at me. Arrogant Knave. I shook my head, feeling sad and happy all at the same time. "Why do you persist, Wolfe?" His grin was slow and wicked as he stood back from me, allowing my body and mind to breathe again. "Strategy." "Strategy?" He cocked his eyebrow. "At first I thought imposed isolation would make you miss me-" "Why you arro-" "-But then I realised that it's being near me you can't resist. And there are only so many kisses you'll take before you give in to me completely, Rogan.”

“I turned to face him, knowing in him, I'd find the temporary cure. "Do you want to fuck it out?" Braden smiled slowly, bemused, causing another twist of attraction in my gut. "Fuck it out?" "All the bullshit. What she did. What he did. Every soulless bitch that wanted something from you" His expression changed immediately, becoming hard, unfathomable, as he took a step towards me. "Are you saying you don't want anything from me?" "I want this. I want our arrangement. I want you..." I sucked in a breath, feeling my control slip. "... to fuck it out of me.”

“Asshole.” “Just for that, I expect you to wrap that dirty mouth of yours around my cock tonight.” He narrowed his eyes on me. I couldn’t believe he’d just said that to me in a fancy restaurant where anyone might overhear. “Are you kidding?” “Babe,” he gave me a look that suggested I was missing the obvious, “I never kid about blowjobs.” Our waiter had descended on us just in time to hear those romantic words and his rosy cheeks betrayed his embarrassment. “Ready to order?” he croaked out.“Yes,” Braden answered, obviously uncaring he’d been overhead. “I’ll have the steak, medium-rare.” He smiled softly at me. “What are you having?” He took a swig of water. He thought he was so cool and funny. “Apparently sausage.” Braden choked on the water, coughing into his fists, his eyes bright with mirth as he put his glass back on the table. “Are you okay, sir?” The waiter asked anxiously. “I’m fine, I’m fine.”