A wicked thrill ran through her, tightened her nipples until they pushed against the lace and the soft material of her dress. “Chandler, seriously…”

“I’ve missed you.” He kissed her neck again.

She bit back a sigh that would only further provoke him. “I think only forty-five minutes have passed since we were last together.”

“That doesn’t matter.” He slipped his hand up, cupping her breast through her dress. His nimble fingers found the tip of her breast, teasing her mercilessly.

Her pulse quickened. “Chandler, we are in a church, for crying out loud.”

“So? I thought we were working at being more inappropriate?” he asked, moving his hand to her other breast.

Her body tensed, like a coil spiraling. “But it’s a church.”

“And that’s like the height of inappropriate, isn’t it?” He shifted behind her and she felt his arousal against her buttocks. He easily twisted her panties to the side as he bunched up her skirt. “Just think, what will we have left after this?”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with tons of other inappropriate things.” Like anal beads, butt plugs, the Cadillac of vibrators, and the good Lord only knew what else Chandler would bring into sexual play.

Her resistance to him was never anything to brag about. It was practically non-existent, especially when his tongue followed the path of his kisses along her neck.

Alana focused on the wall, thankful it didn’t have a cross or a picture of Jesus on it, because that would’ve been super awkward. “The wedding is about to start, you perv.”

“This will be a quickie. I already want to come.” His hand dipped between her thighs and she gasped. “So do you.”

It was true. She wanted him. Badly. “We’re going to hell for this.”

“But what a fun way to go, right?” He removed his hand long enough to unzip his pants and free his erection. Was he commando under his tux? Sweet Mary mother of every baby on this planet, he was. “Hold on, baby, this is going to be fast and rough.”

Planting her hands on the walls, she kicked back her head as he entered her swiftly in one deep thrust. He gripped her hips as he pumped into her. He was so hard inside her, his pace frenzied and at the same time languid, as if they both had all the time in the world.

Tension built deep inside, stoked tighter with every steady, maddening thrust. Her back arched against him as she ground back against his hips. He grunted and pressed a hot kiss below her ear.

“I love you,” he said, his pace picking up.

Her body started to convulse at those words and her mouth opened. Sensing she was about to let out an ear-piercing scream, he clamped his hand down on her mouth, silencing her. Bliss washed over her as she came, her body pulsing around his. He stiffened and quickly followed, his voice a hoarse groan in her ears. Their bodies were reluctant to calm down and part. Her heart was pounding and Chandler was still moving in her slowly, causing little aftershocks to zip through her.

There was a knock on the door and then Chase’s voice booming through the walls. “Five minutes until the wedding starts, Chandler. Time to put the cock away.”

Alana’s face flooded with heat. “Oh my God…”

Chandler chuckled. “Ignore him.”

“I’m going to die of embarrassment.”

“No, you’re not.” He kissed her cheek again and then moved his hips once more, causing her to catch her breath. “Damn,” he groaned after several moments passed. He eased out of her, kissing her cheek. “Now I need a nap.”

“You and me both.” She remained still as he tucked himself back in and then rearranged her panties and dress. Then she faced him. “I look like I just had sex, don’t I.”

“Maybe.” Chandler laughed as her eyes widened. He smoothed his fingers through her hair, draping the long, dark locks over her shoulders. “No. You look well-loved.”

“Well-loved?” There was that swelling in her chest again, and instead of it being pesky or annoying, she wanted to float away right with it. “I like the sound of that.”

“I bet you do.” He kissed her, his lips lingering. “I need to go.”

“I know.” She stretched up on the tips of her toes, bringing their mouths together. “I love you.”

He shuddered. “I’ll never grow tired of hearing you admit that.”

She smiled as she forced herself away. “I’ll be looking for you out there.”

Chandler offered her his hand, and together they left the room. Luckily the hall was empty, and they parted ways when they came upon the rest of the men. Alana walked to the front of the packed church, full of friends, family, and ball players, finding her seat and thankful that she wasn’t walking funny and no one was giving her the stink eye.

Mrs. Daniels patted her knee, and she smiled at the older woman. One day, when Chandler proposed—because she knew he would—she wanted all of them at her wedding.

Chad and his best men entered, lining up beside the altar. Her gaze traveled over the men. Chad, who looked ridiculously handsome in his tux and very nervous, past Chase, who was elbowing Chad in the side, and then to Chandler, who stood next to Mr. Daniels and Mitchell.

Her gaze moved back to Chandler’s.

Chandler winked.

A slow smile crept across her flushed cheeks. The bridal song began and as the audience twisted in their seats, one after another, and Bridget made her grand, beautiful entrance and Mrs. Daniels swallowed a soft cry, Alana couldn’t wait to see what other inappropriate things Chandler Gamble had in store for her.