Bad Bridesmaid (Billionaire's Club Book 11) Elise Faber (most read books of all time txt) 📖

gentled. “Yes, baby. I will.” A beat, her lips curving. “Now, will you kiss me already?”

He smiled, cupped her cheek. “One more thing first.”

A mock-annoyed huff.

Then a smile when he slipped the ring on her finger.

And then he kissed her.

“So, Vegas?” she asked when they broke for air, breath coming in rapid bursts. “Want to hit up a chapel with me?”

He wanted nothing more.

But . . . “Don’t you want to have a big wedding with the giant dress and the bridesmaids and the hundreds of guests?”

She shuddered. “No. I just want you.”

“What about your friends?” he asked, wanting to marry her more than anything but also wanting to make sure she had everything she had ever dreamed of. “Don’t you want them to be part of your wedding?”

Fingers on his jaw, her mouth very close to his. “Honey,” she said. “I never fantasized about having a big wedding with the white, puffy dress and the bouquet and the multi-tiered wedding cake”—a smile he could practically taste, her lips were so near—“that can be knocked over by an errant groomsman—”

“It was the Fuzz.”

A brush of her mouth across his. “Sure, it was.” Another. “But cocks aside”—she grinned, and he snorted—“what I’m trying to tell you is that all I’ve ever dreamed of is finding a person who loves me for who I am, someone who I’m not afraid to let close because they would see my flaws and understand that they are just another piece of me to appreciate.” She straightened, her eyes growing damp. “And you’re that person. You’re the one who’s made me see that I was worthy of all that . . . and so much more. You’re the one who gave me more than I could ever imagine, so”—she cupped his jaw—“know that I love you, honey, and I want to marry you so fucking much. In fact, the only thing I want to do slightly more is to make babies with you.”

His heart, fuck, it squeezed tight, so much emotion coiling in his stomach that it took his breath away.

“You want babies?”

She nodded.

Thud-thud.

Thud-thud.

Thud-thud.

He stood, tugging her to her feet.

“What’s the matter?” she asked as he started dragging her across the sand. “Brad!”

He turned back, swept her into his arms. “We need to get started.”

“Packing?”

A slow shake of his head. “No, sweetheart. On the babies.”

She laughed, wrapped her arms around him. “That sounds like the best idea you’ve ever had.”

He waggled his brows. “The best—”

She kissed him.

Then he got to work on that best idea.

Epilogue

Part Two

Stef

She loved San Francisco.

She loved her friends—well the ones she’d made in the last six months, not the jerkwads who’d all but abandoned her after she and Jeremy had broken up.

What she didn’t love?

The lack of sex in her life.

Sure, she had her drawer of friendly vibrators, but . . . it wasn’t the same.

Okay, sometimes it was better.

But oftentimes it was . . . well, a bit lacking. She wanted a hot, hard, strong body poised on top of her. She wanted a man to pick her up and pin her to a wall, pounding deep and hard and—

Hard.

The trouble was that there weren’t a lot of men who were interested in a frumpy scientist who had an obsession with Stargate.

Which was why she was lying in bed wearing her favorite cozy pajamas and trying to work up the urge to . . . swipe right.

Because the man on the app was gorgeous.

When she’d first seen him, her vagina had jumped up, doing a happy dance—complete with pasties and sparklers and a skimpy thong. Well, not so much skimpy because skimpy and her body type didn’t mix, but she’d at least slip into some high-cut bikini bottoms, and she’d definitely shave her legs.

“Just do it,” she whispered.

But the problem with swiping right was that this beautiful man with the sexiest smile she’d ever laid eyes on would invariably swipe left on her picture, and she’d still be here, lying in bed, in her pajamas, and reaching for her vibrator instead of the man himself.

Le sigh.

“No,” she muttered. “No men.”

She tossed her phone on the mattress, hit play on her show, and settled in with her glass of wine and her sexy, just as fictional as the man in the app, Colonel Jack O’Neill.

See?

Her life was full.

She had good friends. She had good vibrators. She had a good job.

She had a great dog.

“I don’t need anything else, do I, Fred?”

Her fluffy friend, with his adorable golden retriever face and his fuzzy tail, glanced up at her. He was exhausted after a long day of hiking and currently curled up in the space where her imaginary man might reside.

Another see?

Because she didn’t have room for the app man, any more than she had room for that fictional colonel.

It was her and Fred and her bottle of wine.

That was good enough.

Except . . . it wasn’t good enough when she finished that wine, and her mind got thinking, and her reserve disappeared into the wind.

It wasn’t good enough when she used her slightly drunk coordination to pick up her cell, and her slightly drunk lack of inhibition to . . . swipe right.

Bleary eyes shutting, she let her arm drop to the bed, the phone slipping out of her grip, sleep claiming her fast and heavily.

And in the morning? When she’d almost forgotten about the fictional man and her drunk swiping . . .

Well, in the morning, she woke up and saw—

He’d swiped right, too.

Oh, fuck.

—Bad Swipe, coming June 28th, 2021

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