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Amber’s not the bride, but at this wedding she’s willing to say ‘I Do’ to almost anything…
Amber is a sexual adventurer. But at the wedding of two of her friends with benefits, she feels a little down. Cheering herself up with a quickie against a wall with one of the ushers, she’s caught in the act by her best friend’s handsome but uptight brother Scott – giving her a real taste for mischief.
Amber knows Scott wants her – and she tempts him into sexual explorations beyond his wildest dreams. But then Scott turns the tables, demanding something of her that’s way beyond her comfort zone. Something that frightens her. Amber likes being tied up… but can she be tied down?
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JANE O’REILLY started writing as an antidote to kids’ TV when her youngest child was a baby. Her first novel was set in her old school and involved a ghost and lots of death. It’s unpublished, which is probably for the best. Then she wrote a romance, and that, as they say, was that. She lives near London with her husband and two children. Find her at www.janeoreilly.com where you can sign up for her newsletter, on Twitter as @janeoreilly and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/janeoreillyauthor
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Contents
Book List
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
About the Publisher
I knew that coming to the wedding was a mistake, but I did it anyway. I knew the bottle of pink champagne wouldn’t help, but I made friends with it anyway. I knew when I watched those slender platinum bands slide onto trembling fingers that they only belonged to each other, now. I knew when I saw him kiss her that something had been made that I could not be part of. So I clutched my bridesmaid’s bouquet and I fixed on a smile, and I pretended to laugh at the speeches, and then I asked the man stood behind me in the buffet queue if he had a big cock.
‘I do OK,’ he replied, once the shock had worn off. ‘I’ve never had any complaints. My name is Lucas, by the way.’
‘Amber,’ I replied. ‘Are you sure it’s big? Most women are too polite to complain. Or they just haven’t seen enough cocks and don’t know what a big one really looks like.’
‘Can I assume that you aren’t most women?’
I tipped my head to one side, and gave him a thorough perusal. ‘You can.’ I could already feel the tingle of excitement starting, the curiosity and anticipation that come with the flirting, when you both know what’s going to happen. We could have carried on like that all night and maybe nothing would have happened. Maybe we both would have put it down to too much alcohol and pretended we couldn’t remember the next day. Maybe we still would.
But then I sat through the speeches, everyone raised their glasses to toast the happy couple and I looked at him, with his glass in his hand, with his chocolate eyes and scruffy suit and height, and I knew it was time to get back in the saddle, so to speak. ‘I think you should show it to me,’ I said. ‘Then the next time you’re asked about size, you’ll be able to give an honest answer.’
I set down my bouquet and excused myself from the table, then I exited the ballroom with a flutter in my stomach and a swing in my hips. The bridesmaid’s dress that Victoria had so carefully picked out for me pulled in my waist and pushed up my tits, putting it all on offer. I knew she’d picked it as much for herself as for Paul. I knew that because she’d buried her face in my cunt in the changing room of the bridal boutique.
It had started out as Paul and I. But then Paul had fallen in love with Victoria, and rather than accept it and let him go, when she proposed that I climb into bed with the pair of them, I’d eventually agreed. I’d never had sex like that before, and I was curious. The experience had not left me disappointed.
Only the vows they’d made today changed everything. They had something between them, something intimate and special, something I could never be a part of. Something I didn’t want to be a part of. It was time for me to accept that Paul had made his choice, and move on.
It was time for me to get back