Married In Vegas: In His Arms by Terri E. Laine

My relationship with Cameron McCabe is complicated.
The NFL’s leading quarterback is the cute boy I grew up next door too. The cocky jerk—correction—hotter-than-sin jerk, can still charm the panties off any woman he wants with just a blink of his gorgeous green eyes.
He’s also my best friend’s older brother and totally off-limits. Or he’s supposed to be.
As my best friend’s wedding photos are finally finished and my bridesmaid’s duties over, the last thing I want to do is watch Cameron, #1 player in every sense of the word, flirt with all the single females at the wedding except me.
What do I do?
Try three, maybe four, okay, I lost count of the number of tequila shots I consumed.
So, it shouldn’t at all be a surprise when I wake up naked in a hotel room that’s not mine.
As alarming as that is, it doesn’t compare to finding myself handcuffed in bed to mister sexy pants himself.
Mature as I am, I chuck it off as a one-time mistake.
It is Vegas and you know what they say.
What happens here, stays here.
Or so I think.
Apparently, dirty talking Cameron McCabe isn’t done with me yet and I may not be done with him either.
Just this one weekend… or at least that’s what I tell myself.