When I turned toward the couple at the altar, stammering through their I dos, and I immediately felt Tommy’s eyes on me. When I met his gaze, I couldn’t help thinking that James wasn’t wrong. I was overdue for some pleasure. Maybe it was time for me to take some for myself.

9

Tomás

Megan Thee Stallion and Cardi B’s newest single blasted from the speakers of the private room I’d reserved for the bachelor party. I could tell by the big goofy-ass grin on Jared’s face as two very talented dancers tag-teamed him in a very athletic, seemingly impossible twerk session that I’d done a good job. He’d asked for a drunken, debauched bachelor party, and if the sticky dollar-bill-littered floor and the empty bottles of liquor strewn about the room were any sort of measurement, both boxes had been checked. Not that I was worried.

I just wished I was having as much fun as everyone else.

The rehearsal dinner had dragged on, with me trying not to stare at Darcy all night. The bachelor party seemed intent on doing the same. Ordinarily, I would be all into a night spent with half-naked women bent on getting my dick hard, but now that I had Darcy’s To-Do List, I couldn’t think of anything else.

• Kiss me. And I mean really kiss me. Not like you’re just trying to get me naked, but like you could get lost in doing it for hours and hours. Stolen kisses. Secret kisses. Kisses in the rain. Kisses in the pool. Kiss me.
• Touch me. Trace my lips with the tips of your fingers. Learn the slope of my nose, the hollow of my throat, the curve of my breast with the tip of one finger. Trace each of those places again with the tip of your tongue.
• Talk to me. Tell me all the ways you imagined us together. Tell me every dirty thought you ever had. Every time a glancing touch made you hard — the way your hand cupping my shoulder made me wet today. Tell me every fantasy you ever had while laying in bed in the garçonnière. Tell me the meaning of all those Spanish pet names you’ve given me. Whisper them in my ear. Make me wet with your words.
• Make me come. You probably know lots of ways to make a woman come. I know you do. Show me.

That last one…shit. That last one about did me in. I knew sooo many ways to make her come. I’d daydreamed about it in fucking detail. There was a catalog in my brain that I was ready to put to work. And now that I had this list, I would start to tick every single one of them off, one by one.

As soon as I got out of this fucking strip club.