Dare to Resist (a Wedding Dare novella) (Entangled Brazen)

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Authors: Laura Kaye
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ahead and come in tomorrow,” she said, mimicking a line in the annoying supervisor’s voice. “Mmkay? Oh, and I almost forgot, ahh, I’m also gonna need you to go ahead and come in on Sunday too, ’kay?”
    Colton chuckled. “You clearly have excellent taste in movies.”
    “Th—” She swallowed the word.
    His eyebrow arched. “Almost,” he said in a low voice that was way too damn sexy.
    “Almost nothing,” she said.
    He smirked and clicked play, and they settled in as the credits started.
    Soon, they were both laughing and saying some of the lines right alongside the movie and taking turns proclaiming their love for this scene or that. Really, you couldn’t work in the computer field and not adore this movie’s championing of the little-guy computer programmers’ plan to swindle money from the evil firm so they’d never have to work again. It was damn near a cult classic.
    As nice as sitting with Colton and working had been earlier, this was even nicer. Only rarely did she get to spend time with him when neither her brother nor their professional colleagues were around. And it gave her the opportunity all over again to admire his sharp sense of humor and revel in the sexy rumble of his laughter. All while he wore those glasses and lay two feet away from her on the bed.
    Their room might’ve been old and out of style, but this night had turned into a little oasis of paradise in the middle of the Nevada desert. It kinda made Kady feel weird…sad?…that they would part ways again tomorrow afternoon. She mentally ran through her schedule for the next few months and couldn’t readily determine when she’d next see him. And that sucked.
    Don’t get attached, Kady .
    Right.
    Except…
    She couldn’t actually think of a time when Colton Brooks hadn’t owned a little piece of her heart. The admission set off a squeezing pang in her chest.
    In the back of her mind, Kady could almost hear Regan telling her she was screwed.
    When their first movie ended, it was still on the early side, so next they agreed on The Matrix , another movie with a computer programmer/hacker hero, this time set in the future. Kady readjusted her position, getting really tired of the confinement of her skirt, but still feeling strange about parading around in front of Colton in just her panties. “Mind if I get under the covers for this one?” she asked.
    Colton’s eyes flared. She could’ve sworn it. “’Course not,” he said.
    They got off the bed and folded back the bedspread and sheets, and Kady climbed in. Then she used the cover of the blankets to wiggle out of her skirt. She dropped it on the floor by the bed.
    Colton still stood at the side of the bed, watching her.
    Her whole body flashed hot. “What?”
    He shook his head and lay down on top of the covers. “Nothing. Ready?”
    When she nodded, he clicked play and the movie resumed.
    She’d been all worried that sharing a bed with Colton would be awkward, but really, she was completely comfortable lying next to him. The only thing that would’ve made it better was if he reached over and tugged her into his chest. Though she was pretty sure that the contact of his cock against her ass—even through clothing—would probably make her spontaneously combust. So maybe the no-man’s-land between them was for the best.
    …
    Colton was going out of his mind.
    The woman of his fantasies lay on a bed next to him wearing his clothing. Every one of her throaty laughs reverberated down his body and settled a growing ache into his balls. Every little thing she did drove him crazy, from the way she twirled loose strands of hair from that appealingly messy bun around her finger to the way the slit in the back of that tight little black skirt taunted him with what lay beneath to the shapely curve of her calves whenever she bent her legs and crossed her ankles behind her.
    And now the skirt was off. Jesus, when he’d realized what she’d been doing, it had taken everything he

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