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Authors: M. S. Parker
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catching. I slid my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer, pressing my body against his. The hand on my waist dropped to my ass and the one holding my chin moved around to bury itself in my hair.
When we finally broke apart, we were both panting and I was feeling much better.
“I'm glad you're thinking about coming back,” Brock said. He wrapped a lock of my hair around his finger and his eyes took on a teasing light. “Who knows if I'd ever find someone else as good in bed as you?”
I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to retort, but before I could, someone behind us cleared his throat. I looked over Brock's shoulders and saw Reed standing in the doorway, his face an expressionless mask.
Well… this had all just gone to hell.
Chapter 9
“May I have a word alone with Piper?” Reed's voice was flat.
Brock looked down at me, the question in his eyes. I nodded. My stomach was in knots, but I knew if I protested, Brock would wonder why. Right now, for all he knew, Reed wanted to make sure I didn't tell Britni I'd been the stripper at his bachelor party. As much as I like Brock, I wasn't about to let him know any differently.
“I'll wait inside.” Brock kissed my cheek. “If you want to leave when you two are done talking, we'll go. I won't ask you to stay.”
“Thank you.” I watched him walk back into the house and close the doors, giving Reed and me privacy. Only after Brock had disappeared from my sightline did I turn toward Reed. I folded my arms and waited.
“You slept with Brock?”
I lifted my chin, refusing to acknowledge the blush staining my cheeks. “Not that it's any of your business, but yes.”
A flash of hurt crossed his face. “How could you?”
My jaw dropped and I stared at him, unable to believe he was actually asking me that question. “Are you kidding me?”
He took a step toward me. “I told you how I felt about you and that I wanted to be with you, and then you show up with Brock? You fucked him? Was that all I was? Or are you just trying to make your way through the richest guys in Philly?”
My fingernails bit into my palms as they curled into fists. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” I crossed the distance in a few angry strides, stopping when I was barely a foot away. “You slept with me when you were engaged, then told me it was over so I'd fuck you again, then treated me like a whore. Now you're pissed because I found a guy who likes me and doesn't care who knows it. He brought me to meet his parents, for god’s sake. He wants me to move here so we can be together, not keep me in Vegas like his dirty little secret.”
“It wasn't like that!” Reed snapped. “You don't know the whole story.”
“I don't need to know. There's nothing you can say–”
“My parents threatened to cut me off.”
That stopped me, but only for a second.
“Oh, so you didn't want to have to make your own way like a grown up. That's so much better.” My entire body was flushed and it was everything I could do to keep from slapping him. I couldn't believe the nerve he had.
“My business is just getting started. If my parents cut me off, it'd go under and thousands of people would lose their jobs. People who put their trust in me.”
My eyes narrowed. It sounded like he was saying he'd sacrificed what he'd wanted to save thousands of jobs, and I was supposed to accept it.
“I don't love Britni.” He reached out his hand and I took a step back. “I want to be with you Piper, and I know you want me too. Brock is a distraction. A rebound. I get that. We can still make this work.”
“You don't love your wife.”
“No.” Relief flooded his face and he stepped closer. “I don't.”
“You didn't sleep with her, then, on your honeymoon?”
He stopped mid-step.
I moved closer this time. The desire I had for Reed was burning away, my anger taking over. “Tell me, Reed, did you fuck your wife on your wedding night? A woman you don't love. Did you tell her you
When we finally broke apart, we were both panting and I was feeling much better.
“I'm glad you're thinking about coming back,” Brock said. He wrapped a lock of my hair around his finger and his eyes took on a teasing light. “Who knows if I'd ever find someone else as good in bed as you?”
I rolled my eyes and opened my mouth to retort, but before I could, someone behind us cleared his throat. I looked over Brock's shoulders and saw Reed standing in the doorway, his face an expressionless mask.
Well… this had all just gone to hell.
Chapter 9
“May I have a word alone with Piper?” Reed's voice was flat.
Brock looked down at me, the question in his eyes. I nodded. My stomach was in knots, but I knew if I protested, Brock would wonder why. Right now, for all he knew, Reed wanted to make sure I didn't tell Britni I'd been the stripper at his bachelor party. As much as I like Brock, I wasn't about to let him know any differently.
“I'll wait inside.” Brock kissed my cheek. “If you want to leave when you two are done talking, we'll go. I won't ask you to stay.”
“Thank you.” I watched him walk back into the house and close the doors, giving Reed and me privacy. Only after Brock had disappeared from my sightline did I turn toward Reed. I folded my arms and waited.
“You slept with Brock?”
I lifted my chin, refusing to acknowledge the blush staining my cheeks. “Not that it's any of your business, but yes.”
A flash of hurt crossed his face. “How could you?”
My jaw dropped and I stared at him, unable to believe he was actually asking me that question. “Are you kidding me?”
He took a step toward me. “I told you how I felt about you and that I wanted to be with you, and then you show up with Brock? You fucked him? Was that all I was? Or are you just trying to make your way through the richest guys in Philly?”
My fingernails bit into my palms as they curled into fists. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” I crossed the distance in a few angry strides, stopping when I was barely a foot away. “You slept with me when you were engaged, then told me it was over so I'd fuck you again, then treated me like a whore. Now you're pissed because I found a guy who likes me and doesn't care who knows it. He brought me to meet his parents, for god’s sake. He wants me to move here so we can be together, not keep me in Vegas like his dirty little secret.”
“It wasn't like that!” Reed snapped. “You don't know the whole story.”
“I don't need to know. There's nothing you can say–”
“My parents threatened to cut me off.”
That stopped me, but only for a second.
“Oh, so you didn't want to have to make your own way like a grown up. That's so much better.” My entire body was flushed and it was everything I could do to keep from slapping him. I couldn't believe the nerve he had.
“My business is just getting started. If my parents cut me off, it'd go under and thousands of people would lose their jobs. People who put their trust in me.”
My eyes narrowed. It sounded like he was saying he'd sacrificed what he'd wanted to save thousands of jobs, and I was supposed to accept it.
“I don't love Britni.” He reached out his hand and I took a step back. “I want to be with you Piper, and I know you want me too. Brock is a distraction. A rebound. I get that. We can still make this work.”
“You don't love your wife.”
“No.” Relief flooded his face and he stepped closer. “I don't.”
“You didn't sleep with her, then, on your honeymoon?”
He stopped mid-step.
I moved closer this time. The desire I had for Reed was burning away, my anger taking over. “Tell me, Reed, did you fuck your wife on your wedding night? A woman you don't love. Did you tell her you
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