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She reached up and fingered the open placket of his shirt, his chest hot to the touch. “I feel the same way about Sunday Webber. Did you love her?”

“Did you love Blake?”

“Of course not. But you already know that. Answer me.”

“Sunday was... That was a long time ago.”

“She’s very pretty.” Stefanie unbuttoned another of his shirt buttons, then one more. “And very busty.” She pressed a kiss to his chest and he sucked in a deep breath, palming the back of her head. “Say something.” Stef rested her chin on his chest and peered up at him.

“What do you want me to say?” He looked down at her.

“What would’ve made you feel better after you found out about me and Blake?”

“If you’d never done it.” Emmett’s chest rose and fell, his hand in her hair.

“What if I told you that I was lonely, and he was falsely charming. Would that make it better?”

“No.”

“What if I told you that if I’d known you were in my future—” she undid his remaining shirt buttons and parted the fabric, sweeping her hands along his broad chest “—I never would have given Blake the time of day.”

Emmett struck like a snake, lifting her and depositing her on the countertop. She yipped in surprise, parting her legs for his big body a moment later when he stepped between them. “I’d say I liked that a lot.”

“Your turn.” She linked her fingers at the back of his neck and waited.

His granite-colored eyes warmed as he cupped her rib cage with both hands. “If I had any clue I’d earn my way into Stefanie Ferguson’s bed, I’d have remained celibate until my wedding night.”

She gulped. He’d rendered her speechless.

“Even if the wedding night was our only night together, waiting would’ve been worth it.”

She tipped her chin and he didn’t hesitate to kiss her. She wrapped her legs around the firm globes of his butt, rubbing her center against the hard-on that now pressed against the fly of his slacks.

“Lucky you,” she whispered against his panting mouth. “It’s not just one night.”


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