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"If you keep looking at me like that, we won't make it to a bed."
Brad whispers it nonchalantly in your ear, pretending to be checking the dance floor behind your table, his hand draped across the back of your chair.
You know you've been flirting with him all night, running your feet up and down his legs under the table, tiptoeing your fingers across his thighs, even enjoying the strawberries that came on the cake with suspicious gusto.
Brad turns back and the sheer lust in his blue eyes makes your knees shake. You lean forward and run your hand up the inside of his thigh, so far that his hand has to clamp down on yours to keep you from reaching his torso.
"Oh princess...you really don't want to start this right now," Brad warns, his unusually deep voice a serious turn-on.
"Oh? And what are you going to do about it?" You taunt him, your lips basically pressed against his ear. Brad smirks and grabs your wrist, abruptly pulling you to your feet.
"We're leaving," he growls at you before almost sprinting towards the exit. You almost feel bad for leaving the wedding before the bride even throws the bouquet, but you couldn't wait. You rush after Brad, but in the deserted hotel hallway he seems to have disappeared.
"Brad?" You call out in a whispered yell, aware of the probably-sleeping guests in the rooms around you.
You turn a corner and suddenly Brad slams your body into the wall, his hands taking most of the impact behind you. Your faces are only inches apart, Brad staring down at you with an animal-like lust in his face that you haven't seen before. I guess we both get hot at weddings...you think before grabbing both sides of his neck and pulling his head the rest of the way so your lips can connect. Brad groans into the kiss and you feel yourself weaken, physically dropping into his arms. He laughs and tilts your chin up so you look at him.
"We're definitely not going to make it home...and you'd better save your strength because it's going to be lo-ong night love." He whispers.
