Except she’d somehow found herself dragging him into this tiny space, their mouths fusing together, his hands finding their way under her dress, grasping a bare ass cheek before tracing the edge of her thong.

“We can’t do that again,” she added when Keiran didn’t say a thing.

He’d zipped himself back into his jeans and wrapped the condom in some toilet paper. Good thing she’d chosen this supply room to lose her mind in. He was holding the wrapped condom in his hand, grin extra-wide.

“Sure.”

“I mean it.”

Keiran shrugged. “Whatever you want, Cherisse. I’m just going with the flow here.”

“Why?” Prolonging this was ridiculous. Getting away from this too-small room where she’d just let Keiran fuck her should be her priority. They’d started slow then quickly grown frenzied as if they couldn’t get enough of each other. The way he’d rotated his hips...had torn all sorts of sounds from her lips, especially that last one.

Please, Lord, don’t let anyone have heard me.

His expression was way too serious. She didn’t like this. If they were going to do this—which they weren’t going to again, dammit, this had been a fluke—it needed to stay in casual, easy territory. Which made no sense because she didn’t even do casual sex.

“You don’t want me to answer that.” He moved towards the door. “I gotta get rid of this. I’ll meet you back in the main room.”

She didn’t turn around until the door shut behind him. What the hell was she doing? Adding unnecessary complications to her life, apparently. But her needs were being met—was it so bad to want more of that? She inhaled deeply, re-wrapping her Sugar Queen persona back around her.

Her phone beeped as she made her way back to the main room. Reba. Good, she’d use her as a buffer. She wouldn’t be tempted to drag Keiran off anywhere with Reba around. She’d asked Reba to swing by as she was assisting them now that they were in the final phase of planning. They would wrangle the rest of the wedding party for the setup closer to the event date.

Cherisse made it back to the room just as Reba strolled up. She grinned as the tour guide caught sight of Reba, pastel pink hair in two ponytails on either side of her head, face beat, highlighter throwing off that perfect glow. Today, she rocked double gold nose rings and a slouchy top that slid right off her shoulder, drawing the eye to her clavicle, black leggings, and pink/purple ombré canvas sneakers.

“So, what’d I miss?” Reba asked cheerfully, oblivious to the tour guide staring at her.

Cherisse felt Keiran’s hot gaze on the side of her face, but she kept her expression neutral. “Not much. We’re just about to get the official walkthrough going.”

“Sweet! Hey, Keiran. Hope you and boss lady been getting along,” she teased. “Also, just so you know, Sean’s a dick, and I, for one, am Team King.”