Black 13

Every man has a best friend he'd burn his life down for and Gary's just handed him the matches.

Gary hasn't touched his fiancée. Not once. Tiffany wanted to wait, and Gary — careful, dependable, never-reckless Gary — agreed, the same way he agrees to everything she asks. The wedding is in two weeks. The invitations are out. His life is planned down to the centerpieces he never got a vote on.

Then his Best Man locks the penthouse door.

Riley has been his best friend for a decade. She's the woman Tiffany has always hated, the one Gary has always defended, the one whose lingerie photos he shoots at his professional rate and definitely does not think about after he gets home. Tonight she sent the groomsmen to the casino floor, put a bet on Black 13, and told them not to come back until dawn.

Now it's two in the morning in a Bellagio suite, Gary is drunk and high and two weeks from married, and Riley is asking him a question with her eyes that she has never once asked out loud.

The careful man is about to stop being careful.

Because this is smut.