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building inside her. He suckled her clit deeply, pumped his fingers against her motion. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, in what he assumed was an effort to hold back the moan that came anyway. A second later she tensed, another second and her body jerked. Another and hard spasms closed down around his fingers.
     
    He licked and caressed her through the ride from the top of the cliff to the place where her hips settled back on the seat, and her breath whooshed from her lips in the midst of a gasp. She sat up, her cheeks flushed.
     
    “ We…I….” She buried her face in her hands.
     
    Quickly, he took the opportunity to do the necessary righting of her panties and a few other discreet adjustments, before he eased her legs back together. “We did. And we should have a long time ago. And for the record, you are beautiful when you come.”
     
    “ Brad…” she whispered.
     
    An intercom sounded. “It’s a quarter 'til the hour, Sir,” came the driver's voice, warning of the fast-approaching wedding as he’d been instructed.
     
    “ We’re ready,” Brad replied, and then refocused on Heather, her lips swollen from his kisses, her lipstick smudged. “I know we have to talk. And we will.” He grabbed her purse where it had been abandoned. “You might want to fix your lipstick, though, before we arrive. Otherwise, people are either going to think you’ve been having a wild encounter in the back of a limo or someone attacked you with a tube of lipstick.”
     
    She sat there a moment, then as serious as if delivering the news, she said, “I guess that same someone attacked you with my lipstick too.”
     
    It took him a moment and then he realized what she was saying, and he grinned. “I’m willing to claim the wild encounter in the back of the limo if you are.” Her eyes went wide, and he leaned in and kissed her, “I’m kidding. It’ll be our little secret.”
     
    ***
     
    Our little secret . What did that even mean? The instant the limo stopped, Heather scooted to the door and shoved it open, darting out the door in flight, and ignoring Brad’s voice as he called after her. She’d gone from hiding to running and she knew it, but she needed to think, needed space to process what had just happened. Aside from an orgasm in the back of a limo, which Brad had given her as easily as he might flip a switch.
     
    Oh and the part where he’d said he was going to be her hot wedding fantasy. She didn’t even know what to do with that. How was she supposed to pretend Brad had not spread her legs in the back of a limo and breathed life into a body thus far without one? Heather had never been so confused in her life. This was Brad she was dealing with. Brad who was supposed to be off limits. Yet, she’d wanted Brad forever it seemed, living with the taboo of those feelings. And nothing had changed in that department. She still wanted Brad.
     
    Somehow though, she was certain she’d just lost him, and what if she’d lost Brenda with him? Just the idea tightened her chest. Heather and Brad were family and the siblings were close–so close—and she’d been close to them as well. Yet, somehow she knew that everything had changed with an orgasm. Everything had changed. Why had Brad done this? Why? But she knew. Brad thought he was protecting her, he thought he was giving her some safe escape that kept her from getting hurt. He was wrong. He was so wrong.
     
    Heather entered the church, the sound of the music playing softly in the chapel filtering into her ears, offering her the relief of escape. Here, Brad couldn’t corner her, he couldn’t question her.
     
    “ Where have you been?” Brenda whispered urgently, clearly waiting inside the door for Heather and dressed in a navy-blue silk dress that contrasted with her red hair brilliantly. “And wow–you look amazing.”
     
    Amazing. Same thing Brad had said. Wow, was more like what she’d said–or thought–when that orgasm had hit her. “The