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party issued their hugs and then the photographer lined us up for pictures.
    An hour later, we were milling around the reception hall as appetizers were served and the drinks flowed freely from the open bar. The bartenders were young guys who looked like they were there for a good time, so I put myself in charge of making sure they stayed busy. I opted to start my evening with the most expensive whiskey they had behind the counter, which was a shitty Jameson.
    “With Coke?” the bartender on the right asked.
    I shook my head. “With ice.”
    Avery sidled up next to me. “Margarita,” she ordered, and the bartender on the left got to work.
    “Did you get the key?” she asked.
    I nodded.
    “Will you come up to the suite with me to decorate?”
    “Now?”
    She nodded.
    We took our drinks and headed up with a quick stop by Avery’s room to pick up the decorations. She had actual rose petals, a bottle of champagne and glasses, chocolate covered strawberries, a bouquet of flowers, candles, and a book of matches.
    I carried half of her supplies while she got the other half, and we set everything down on the dresser.
    “Where do you want to start?” I asked. My voice was laced with meaning.
    “Well, Grant, I’d like to start by kissing you. Then I’m thinking you can move your lips wherever the fuck you want.”
    My eyes met hers. “I meant the decorations.”
    She took a step toward me. “I know what you meant.”
    I took a step toward her. “I thought we were waiting until the end of the day.”
    She took the final step that closed the space between us. Our bodies were nearly pressed together, but we weren’t touching. We just stood for a moment, eyes locked on eyes as breathing increased. Her tongue darted to wet her lip, sending a stroke of desire straight to my cock.
    I reached out and cupped my hand around her neck. “You are dangerous, Avery.” Her lips were on mine and her arms were wrapped around my waist before I knew what hit me. I did what I wanted to do all fucking day.
    I pulled on the skirt of her dress until I felt the material gather in my hands, and then I reached down, my mouth still connected to hers, and ran my fingertips up her thighs until I felt the soft, bare skin of her ass. I ran my palm along the smooth surface as I moaned into her, and she returned the moan into my mouth as her tongue twisted violently against mine.
    As my fingertips skated from one of her ass cheeks to the other, I made the discovery that she wasn’t wearing panties.
    She. Wasn’t. Wearing. Panties.
    Jesus Christ.
    I ran my fingertip down the slit of her ass and was millimeters away from the pussy that surely ached for me when a soft rap at the door interrupted our stolen moment.
    “Fuck,” Avery whispered, and she quickly pressed her lips to mine once more. I shoved my hips toward hers so she’d know how fucking horny she’d made me. She grinned and moved across the room, smoothing the skirt of her dress while I was left behind to gain my composure as she opened the door.
    “Hey, Veronica. We were just getting started.”
    Disappointment lanced through me as I thought about what could’ve happened if we hadn’t been interrupted. But the logical part of my brain took over, reminding me this was my sister’s bridal suite and getting down and dirty with Avery in there may have been crossing the line.
    The three of us decorated the room; or, rather, the girls decorated the room while I handed them shit from Avery’s bags. I didn’t quite have the decorative talents they possessed.
    I wondered if Veronica could sense the building sexual tension between Avery and me. She kept shooting me secret glances behind Veronica’s back, and whenever she could, she found reasons to touch me. A soft hand on my arm here, a touch of her fingertips there, a brush of her breasts against me as if the huge suite we stood in was too small to accommodate both of our bodies.
    All those little things only heightened everything I