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Grey leans over me as he penetrates me vigorously, threading our fingers together.
Deliciously interlocked, sweaty, and exhilarated, he fucks me. If I thought he was deep before, he's now so profoundly inside me, we're one.
Fire brews in my core as ecstasy inundates me, and I come again. I call his name in an endless loop, emotion swirling in my chest. Fireworks explode within me, and when he squeezes my hands, I know he’s close too.
He gives me a couple of powerful thrusts and finally growls. He jerks behind me, shaking as he fills me with his cum until he’s unloaded every drop inside me.
13
Grey
“Are you ready for the welcome drinks later?” my mother asks me.
“I thought that was last night,” I say dryly, looking at the pool.
I bask in the rays of sunshine as Leslie and Sylvie’s voices blend in the air from the far end of the terrace. Leslie’s hairdresser flew in this morning, and she did a good job hiding Leslie’s bruised forehead with her bangs. Problem solved. Leslie is now more relaxed after taking Sylvie's advice.
Mom pats my forearm. “Honey, tonight everyone’s being welcomed,” she says, removing her oversized square sunglasses and setting them on a console table. "Our family, the groom's family. Leslie's friends."
Aha. I know where she’s going with this. I opt not to react, reaching for my scotch.
“Are you okay with seeing Tamara again?” Mom asks.
I glance at the amber liquid in the tumbler. My jaw clenches. “Of course. I was the one who divorced her.”
Mom tilts her head, eyeing me like she can see through my bullshit. “Yes, but meeting face-to-face may be awkward.”
No shit. “I’ll deal with it.”
“Good. I know you will.” She smiles before scurrying into the house.
I shift on the chaise longue, closing my eyes and willing myself to relax. Intellectually, I’m prepared to see my ex again. That’s why I brought Sylvie. But it doesn’t change that it’s still hanging over me. What if… what if old feelings resurface when I see Tamara? I doubt it. But that fear lurks.
A chilly sensation trickles down my abs—an icy drip. I shiver. Then another. What the hell?
I open my eyes and find Sylvie holding a small ice cube, sitting on the chair next to mine. "Cold?"
“Being cold around you is impossible.”
She laughs. “That’s cheesy.”
I nod. I’m cheesy around her, and I can’t help it. “You’re right. I’ll work on a sophisticated response and get back to you.”
"Do it before the weekend ends," she says in a sing-song voice.
A lump forms in my throat.
I can’t tell if she’s joking, but the idea that she’s okay with us being done after the weekend bothers the shit out of me. It bothers me way more than the thought of facing Tamara again.
It shouldn’t, but it does. After all, this was the deal. A weekend—but one weekend won’t be enough with Sylvie. There’s no way in hell I’ll help her get into Sugar & Silk as a sugar baby. Am I so protective and obsessed because I’m using her as a distraction, or because genuine feelings simmer below the surface? I need to find out—for her sake, and mine.
14
Sylvie
I apply extra eyeliner. I look at the result in the mirror, and the black shade makes my eyes pop. I smile.
Tonight, I’ll meet Grey’s ex for the first time. We haven’t talked about it, and if I’m honest, I don’t know if I want to. I should, but I don’t want to burst the cloud of happiness I’ve been on since we had sex last night.
