Page 107 of A Win-Win Situation
"You wouldn’t have taken advantage of me. I wanted you," she says matter-of-factly
"I wanted you, too—sober."
She doesn’t answer.
"I’m sorry, I should have handled it better," I say, and her fingers graze lightly over my skin in a reassuring gesture.
"And I’m sorry I lied to you."
Her apology hits home this time, even though there’s still a kernel of disappointment somewhere deep inside the pit of my stomach. "All I want is to move forward. Are we okay?"
"We're more than good." She shifts her position, moving around until she’s on top of me. Her breasts are now on full display, and I sit up to kiss them.
"I have a question."
"Shoot," I say, curious about what’s on her mind.
"What does ‘Ya Amar’mean?"
"It means that you’re my moon." Because, at this moment, she is the light that guides me in the dark. My one true moon.
She smiles, seemingly happy with the answer as she bends down, her lips finding my neck. The warmth of her touch sends shivers down my spine as she leaves a trail of gentle kisses along my neck.
Her tongue finds my earlobe and I shudder. "Can I ask you something else?" she asks .
"Absolutely."
"Do you have any fantasies?"
"All my fantasies include you." My answer seems to have been the right one because she captures my lips in hers, kissing me infuriatingly slowly.
"You on top of me is the first one," I breathe against her lip, slapping her ass, holding her, while she grinds against my, now fully-awake, cock.
"You want more?" I ask her.
"I need more. I needyou."
THIRTY-SEVEN
LUCAS
After fucking her again in my bed, and then in the shower—my new favorite activity, I must add—we both got dressed and made our way to the office. This time we walked hand in hand, and it felt real. Like we’re not putting up a front anymore. Her hand fits in mine perfectly, and that’s where I want it to stay.
"Bonjour," Camille greets us with a smirk on her face.
"Bonjour," both Leora and I answer at the same time.
"Your uncle is waiting for you in your office."
I frown, what is he doing here? He’s supposed to be resting. Liam called me two days ago and told me that he’d been very tired. Fluid has started to accumulate around his lungs and in his chest, which the doctors drained, but they told him to rest. Being in my office is not resting.
We walk into my office and I spot him rising on unsteady legs. His arms open, welcoming us, and we take turns greeting him.
"Hey,Ammo, kifak lyom?" I ask him, curious to know how he’s feeling today.
"Ahsan, ebni," he responds.
Leora’s attention moves to me in question, and I translate. "He’s feeling better."
