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Cowboy wrapped a towel around Theo, taking special care to make sure that it was tied snugly around her breasts. She giggled, pretty sure that all his extra attention to make sure the towel was secure was just an excuse to play with them some more, each nipple being showered with kisses throughout the process. It was a sweet gesture though, one that she would always cherish.

Grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her out of the shower, lifting her in the air and placing her on the counter next to the sink. Her eyes slid up and down his wet, naked body, admiring just how beautiful he was. Her belly tightened, her sex starting to tingle again.

Girl, you just fucked him…

“What’s the look for?” he asked, his eyes turning dark.

“Just admiring the view.”

“It’s all yours, darlin’.”

All mine…

“Just like this…is all mine,” he growled.

He dropped to his knees in front of her, spreading her legs open. Theo opened her mouth to object, but his tongue was on her faster than she could react. A long, lazy lick up her slit sent her head flying back, her flesh still sensitive from their round in the shower. He rubbed his nose against her clit, his tongue working inside her, delivering her an almost instant orgasm just as powerful as the one she’d just had. Theo’s whole body felt like jelly. Blissed out beyond compare, she leaned back, letting her head hit the mirror. Cowboy laughed as he stood back up, immediately leaning over to kiss her, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

“You are something else,” she told him.

“I told you, I like licking things. Turns out, I really like licking you.”

Theo laughed, her whole body trembling as Cowboy kissed his way down her neck. His beard tickled her, making her laugh even more, but that only seemed to egg him on. Nuzzling the crook of her neck, he nipped at it, lingering there for a moment. Fuck, if he kept this up, they were never going to make it to dinner.

Dinner.

The sound of Cowboy’s phone ringing cut off Theo’s thought. She turned to look out toward the bedroom, guilt starting to nibble at her.

“You should get that.”

“I’m sure it’s just Gunnar wondering where the fuck we are. He can wait.”

“May I remind you that with Gunnar is Felicity? Your boss…”

Cowboy stood up, giving her a look indicating that he didn’t like her response. He huffed—his own, nonverbal way of admitting she was right—and strode out of the room after his phone.

“What the fuck?”

“What?” she called.

Cowboy rushed back into the bathroom, holding out his phone toward Theo so she could read the screen.

Gunnar: Forever and Ever, Amen Chapel. 15 min. Be there.

Gunnar: I need a best man

“Best man?” Theo exclaimed. “They’re…”

“No, can’t be. This is Felicity. There is no way that woman would want a Vegas wedding.”

"There’s only one way to find out.”

Cowboy looked at her quizzically. Like somehow she was speaking in code. She glared right back at him, waiting for the answer to dawn on him. There was no way he was really this obtuse. He shrugged, as if he was simply waiting for her to fill him in. Okay, maybe he was clueless.

“We’re going to the chapel.”

Chapter Twenty-Two