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tell Caroline myself, even if it means she never speaks to me again.” With that, Keegan continued up the stairs. And if David didn’t come clean… Keegan flexed his hand. He’d punch the groom in the face.

Chapter Four
    Liz brushed a stray damp curl from her face with the back of her hand and stepped back to admire her handiwork. The cake was turning out better than her original design. Once she added the fresh flowers to cascade and twist down the tiers, it would be complete.
    The staff was taking an hour of downtime before they finished the preparations for the meal tomorrow. She wanted to get the cake finished and placed in the walk-in before anyone interrupted her. Already, the event planner and the mothers of the groom and bride had been in to gush and check last-minute details with her.
    She picked up her pastry bag and piped a few more scrolls on the bottom tier. The double doors to the kitchen swung back and forth. She glanced up but didn’t see anyone. With a shrug, she resumed working. After a moment or two, she lowered the bag. Hands settled at her waist before warm lips grazed the back of her neck. Tingles walked down her spine.
    “Now really isn’t the time for this, Keegan.” She tried to shrug him off. He merely wrapped his arms around her waist and cupped her breasts. A sigh parted her lips as she leaned into him. “I need to work.”
    “You weren’t there when I woke up this morning.” He swiped his thumbs across her nipples until they pebbled painfully against her shirt.
    “I have to work or else the bride will not be pleased with my services.” Already her juices dampened her panties and slicked her thighs. The cone of frosting wobbled in her hand. “Really, Keegan. I need to get this done.”
    He nibbled the curve of her shoulder, and desire spurted through her veins. “It would be so easy to bend you over the counter and have my way with you.”
    Her entire body clenched at the thought, and she wiggled her hips, not surprised to find him hard. He curved an arm around her waist and swung her away from her workstation. “Hey.”
    He jerked her pants and underwear down in one fluid motion, his eager fingers finding her damp heat. “Always so ready for me.” He paused long enough to roll a condom into place.
    “What is it with you and the kitchen?” she demanded as he eased the head of his cock to her entrance. She closed her eyes as he penetrated her. There was nothing like those first moments as he stretched and filled her.
    “If you can’t stand the heat,” he whispered as he surged forward. The short hairs on his thighs brushed her buttocks.
    She grasped the counter as each deep stroke took her to her toes, and each withdrawal had her sinking to her heels. He set a gentle but fast rhythm. His strokes left her craving more. She bit her lip against the moan of pleasure rising in her throat.
    He placed one hand between her shoulder blades to keep her pinned to the counter and reached beneath to strum her clit. “It’s that moment of maybe we’ll get caught and maybe we won’t,” he murmured.
    Tension whipped through her as she realized he was right. That knowledge heightened her awareness of not only the rigid shaft moving within her or the simple way he teased and plucked her clit, but of the faint voices drifting from somewhere and approaching footsteps. Were they getting closer? Anticipation tightened in her belly, and she could feel her release rising to greet her.
    “Keegan,” she murmured, torn between catching the orgasm just out of reach and getting caught.
    “I know. Just a little more.” He squeezed her clit and her world imploded and exploded all at the same time.
    She managed to clamp her lips against the passionate cry warbling in her throat. She slumped against the counter as Keegan’s thrusts slowed and then sped up again before he collapsed over her.
    Footsteps neared. “Someone’s coming,” Liz said in a harsh whisper. She pushed against the hard