Only, I’d barely touched my scotch the night before and had stuck with water after that. I’d been over-served all right, but not by the bartender. I had Brysen to thank for the aches, pains, and bleary eyes. This wasn’t a hangover, it was an orgasmover—one I’d fully earned as an eager participant in Brysen’s seduction. All. Night. Long. What he’d started against the cold, hard glass of the living room windows, he’d finished in the soft, rose petal covered bed. Six times, by my last count. With the bright light of day shining through the bedroom window and Brysen’s arm flung over my stomach, it was hard to ignore the craziness of the situation I found myself in. He had been my client for three weeks, my fake boyfriend for one day, and my fake fiancé for a night. Or maybe he was my real fiancé now. He’d swept me off my feet so quickly, I wasn’t certain which way was up or where exactly I stood with him. The only things I knew for sure were I responded to him like I’d never done with any other man—physically, mentally, and maybe even emotionally—and I wanted the chance to explore where this was going.
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