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“Yes, yes, yes,” she screams.

The beginning of an orgasm winds inside her. The muscles in her back contract more starkly. I dip a finger between our bodies to get it wet, then push into the tight opening above her pussy. Her back arches. She screams my name as a climax overtakes her.

My name on her lips is the only thing I need.Klein, my Klein, mine. I groan harshly as I empty everything inside her.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Ailee

After three powerful orgasms, my muscles are like soggy noodles. I can only manage to sprawl on one of the dining chairs. It’s still unbelievable how loud and demanding I was, moving with him like that. I’m usually restrained during sex because I’m worried that I might be too loud or clingy, but with Josh, the anxiety to be perfect isn’t in the driver’s seat anymore. It’s hot as hell that he loves it when I’m honest and vocal.

At least I don’t look lewd with my shirt still on and skirt demurely covering me, even though he tossed my underwear to goodness knows where. Hopefully it didn’t land in the dinner I made for him. But thank the lord Akiko shared his favorite meal with me. It looks like he could use some comfort food.

Josh takes off his jacket and vest and throws them over the back of a dining chair. His shirt is untucked—but I like the messy look. Makes him appear more human and approachable, something only I get to see.

He carves up the roast chicken I pulled out of the oven just as he arrived.

“This looks amazing,” he says. “Rosemary and garlic, my favorite. And the potatoes, too!” They were cooked in the chicken dripping and juices.

I smile. “I had a feeling this meal would be a hit.”

“Are you becoming psychic in addition to all your other charms?”

“Maaaybe. Plus I had tea and a parfait with Akiko this afternoon.”

“Ah. You two go to that dessert place she invested in?”

“Yeah. It was amazing.” I sigh at the memory of the delicious parfait. “I don’t think I’ve ever eaten so much chocolate in my life.”

His lips curve. “If you want, we can go sometime. I haven’t tried it yet, although I had to pop in for the opening to support Akiko.”

I nod, trying not to read too much into his suggestion, which sort of makes it sound like we’ll stay together for longer than the agreed-upon six months. Although he said he cared for me, that was in the throes of desire. People say things they don’t really mean when emotions are high. And even though Josh is one of the most deliberate people I know, that doesn’t mean he’s untouched by feelings.

Trust him. Trust yourself. Let things play out without forcing expectations.

“Did you get the pearls?” he asks as he places two plates of chicken and potatoes on the table and pours us a couple of glasses of the white zinfandel I pulled out of his wine cooler.

“How did you know?” I accept the wine with murmured thanks and sip. It’s surprisingly crisp and goes well with the chicken.

He takes the seat next to me. “She gave sets to Ares and Bryce’s wives, too. They’re from her family in Japan. They’re therealfamily heirlooms.” He gives me a meaningful look before biting into the poultry.

Oh, wow.No wonder Akiko reacted so strongly to Josh’s claim of my previous ring being an heirloom. Now I feel more awkward about receiving the pearls without telling her the truth. I should keep them safe in my closet. That way when Josh finds the love of his life, Akiko can give them to her.

“You should wear them to the opera next month,” he says.

“Theopera?” I squeak, glad my mouth is empty.

“Uh-huh. Elizabeth invited us. It’s for a good cause.”

“You mean Elizabeth Pryce-King?” I ask. She’s the only one in his circle I know of who connects everything to some charitable clause.

He nods.

“But I don’t know anything about operas. Besides, it sounds so…fancy.”

He snorts. “Not that fancy. You dress nice, mingle, pretend to enjoy people singing at the top of their lungs in a language you don’t understand, and talk about how marvelous all the arias were.” He waves his fork, then spears more chicken and potatoes, and washes them down with the wine.

I giggle. “You honestly don’t understand what they’re singing on the stage? You seem like the type to speak multiple languages.”