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earlier exploded deep within me, and I pushed my hips toward his, feeling his arousal. I smiled against his lips before sliding my hands down and grabbing his belt loops so I could pull him against me. Groaning and pressing forward, his fingers curled and dug into the back of my scalp before moving quickly down my back and roughly grabbing my ass. He wriggled his fingers and I could suddenly feel cool air on my thighs as my skirt climbed higher and higher. I was about two seconds from grabbing his tie and pulling him into the washroom so I could do unspeakable things to him when …
    “Jensen?”
     

Chapter 4. Foiled Again

    J ensen closed his eyes and clenched his jaw in frustration as he pressed his forehead to mine. His fingers loosened against my backside before he moved his hands up to press—almost possessively—against my lower back. Breathing heavily, I turned my head away from his, moving my hands from around him to readjust my skirt. When my eyes found the source of our interruption, I saw a new face to accompany the voice I didn’t recognize. Her eyes were ice-blue and her long hair a deep shade of auburn, falling as straight as a pin down her back. There was something about the way she avoided looking at me that pushed me toward a conclusion that made my blood run cold.
    “There you are,” she said, her voice confident to match her graceful posture and movements. Dressed to the nines in a form-fitted red dress, she positively oozed the stereotypical blue-blooded upbringing I assumed she had experienced. Her eyes finally found me, and she smirked—not smiled … smirked . “Who’s this?”
    My head snapped back and forth between Jensen and the woman whose name I had yet to learn—but suspected—before I smiled and pushed away from Jensen’s still possessive hold on me. As I approached her, I extended a hand and offered her a smile. It wasn’t a smile of kindness; it was downright arrogant. “I’m Madison. Jensen’s date for the wedding. And you are?”
    She took my hand, her eyes sizing me up before glancing at Jensen. “She’s pretty, Jensen. Not really your type, though, if I remember correctly. I’m Kaylie. An old … friend of Jensen’s.”
    “Oh, so you’re Kaylie,” I said with mock-realization.
    “Madi …” Jensen began to warn, coming up behind me and gripping my wrist.
    “Yes?” I turned to him coyly, quickly recognizing the spark of lust in his eyes.
    “We should get back to the party.” Clearly I had recognized wrong. “I have to talk to Kyle, and my mother was asking for you before I came to find you.” I didn’t miss the way he emphasized that his mother was requesting me; there was definitely some kind of contempt directed toward Kaylie with his words.
    “Well, I’d hate to keep Janet waiting.” Slipping my hand into his and lacing our fingers together, I pulled Jensen back toward the restaurant.
    “Yes, well, it’s been a pleasure,” Kaylie said, attempting to save face, even though I could hear the venom and scorn practically dripping from her teeth.
    I stopped, a wicked smile on my face as I turned so I could view her through my periphery. “No, the pleasure’s all mine .”
    As soon as we were free of her and back in the restaurant, Jensen pulled me into his arms and kissed me softly, careful to keep it quick so we didn’t get inappropriately feelsy in front of a room full of people. “The pleasure’s all yours, huh?” he inquired.
    With a giggle, I shrugged.“So, that was her?” Jensen nodded, his smile falling slightly. “She seems … nice?”
    Jensen laughed. “Yes, well, I suspect she wasn’t expecting that you would know who she was. I think it threw her a little.” He paused for a moment, gripping my hips a little tighter. “What do you say we get out of here?”
    Drunk or not, there was still something bothering me about why he kissed me the way he did. “Okay,” I said softly. “But first … I have to know if the only reason you