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Just One Night
Only one woman could make Chase Montgomery consider getting naked and horizontal in a choir loft. From the moment Addison Duval stepped out of her custom-painted hot pink Corvette and onto the steps of the Decadence Creek Township Baptist Church, he could think of little else.
The woman had the gravitational pull of the sun and was just as hot.
And just as lethal.
He made it through the wedding and as far as the reception without submitting to the urge to pin her up against the nearest wall, to feel those curves pressed against him, to take that mouth.
Once, those full, pouty lips had begged him for everything he wanted to do to her.
Because he was a man, he’d wanted to take her up on her offer. Because he was ten years her senior and a fucking masochist, he’d refused.
Chase stood at the bar with three of Addison’s four older brothers while the fourth made the rounds with his new wife. Dinner was over, liquor was flowing, and dancing was in full swing.
“My sister’s back in town,” Jake, the oldest Duval brother, said, nodding to Addison across the dance floor.
Chase raised a brow at his friend. “I saw that,” he said, thinking, a couple hours ago.
The doors of the Duvals’ repurposed barn sat open, allowing in the late May breeze. A crap-ton of lights and white fluffy shit hung from the rafters. Despite the couple’s insistence that they wanted a casual affair, Mrs. Duval had brought in every white flower in the tri-state area, contracted some five-star Louisville catering service, and hired all the staff from out of town so the locals could attend the Decadence Creek event of the year.
“I wish she’d stick around for awhile,” Kaleb Duval grumbled. “Get mom off our backs.”
Alex, Kaleb’s twin, grinned. “She just wants us to ‘Find nice girls who can have my grandbabies,’” he said in a said in a falsetto imitation of his mom.
Chase peeled his eyes off Addison’s fuckme heels—he couldn’t be sure from this distance, but he would bet they were red. Red fuckme heels and miles of leg.
He clenched his hands, itching to touch. To strip her down to nothing but those shoes and explore every inch of her. And when his hands were satisfied, he’d start over again. With his mouth. With his tongue.
If the men around him knew the thoughts he was having about their baby sister, they’d pulverize him. Only reason he was still standing here tonight was that he’d never acted on his fantasies—a feat that felt more than a little superhuman tonight.
Addison’s laughter floated on the breeze and her face lit up with a smile. Shit. Red heels and legs he could resist, but that smile—
He was toast.
“God, that’d be great,” Jake said. “If Addy stuck around she’d inevitably start dating someone completely inappropriate.”
Kaleb laughed. “Like a Buddhist monk under a vow of celibacy.”
“Or an ‘adult cinema’ producer who likes to tell mom about Addy’s ‘untapped potential,’” Alex chimed in.
Or me, Chase thought.
“Mom would be so preoccupied we might get some peace,” Jake said.
Chase dragged his attention from Addison and looked at her brothers. “She’s not a kid anymore,” he pointed out, wishing the words felt more like the truth. Twenty-three was still way too young in his mind. “Shouldn’t much matter who she’s dating these days.”
The men burst into laughter, as if Chase had just cracked a genius one-liner.
“It will always matter to our father,” Jake said.
“I’m sure,” Chase muttered.
Addison’s father, Richard Duval, was Chase’s boss. Five years ago, Richard had given an ex-con a chance when he’d hired Chase to hone and build custom world-class muscle cars and sell them at a tidy profit. When you owed your life to your boss and had your dream job, it’d be one dumbass move to give it all up for a piece of ass.
Only Addison wasn’t just a piece of ass. Never had been. Not to Chase.
“How nice that Addison made it back for the wedding,” Emily Wright said, joining Chase and the brothers at the bar.
“Real nice,” Chase muttered, taking in Addison’s legs, her just-soft-enough thighs.
“Didn’t your mama teach you it’s not polite to escort one lady to a wedding and make eyes at another?” Emily asked him.
“Make eyes at who?” Jake punched Chase in the arm. “That’s my baby sister. Stop staring.”
Chase rubbed his bicep but didn’t bother taking his eyes off Addison. Addy. Sweet, young, smart, and so-fucking-sexy Addy.
As if sensing him, Addison turned and their eyes locked.
Her hair, the color of dark, rich honey, fell past her shoulders in fat curls, brushing over her bare skin. Her black dress hugged her curves and ended just low enough that her ass didn’t show, just high enough to make Chase have to work real hard not to think about the next few inches north.
In the two years since she’d picked up and left for Paris, Chase hadn’t forgotten her, hadn’t forgiven her, and hadn’t stopped wanting her.
Fuck, but he wasn’t prepared for this.
He pushed away from the wall. He needed some air.
He wove through the crowd, beer in hand. Before he realized what he’d done, he found himself five yards from Addison.
Gravitational pull of the sun, he reminded himself.
He stood rooted in place, unwilling to take a step closer, unable to take a step back.
She caught sight of him and treated him to a grin, the kind that changed her whole face and lit up the room like a thousand-watt bulb.
He wanted to kiss her so damn badly, his mouth went dry.
She smiled and gave a little wave.
Chase didn’t wave back but nodded toward the exit.
If you’re going to burn, might as well go down smiling.