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I wished it were him instead.

Him filling me up, making me drip as I grasped at anything I could to feel more consumed.

“Yes… Take me!” I rolled to my side, digging my face into my pillow. “Fuck me. Fuck me all you want, High Jynx,” I said, saying it how a hot, mischievous clown would want to hear. My mind was shattering, and a flood of feelings and thoughts I had never possessed before came shooting out like word vomit. “Fuck my wet pussy with that fat fucking cock…” I gritted. I was stunned as the utterance sent a wave of heat between my legs.

Did bad words secretly get me off?

This wasn’t me.

What the fuck was going on?

My wrist ached as I bucked my ass forward, humping the pillow, fingering myself until I leaked over my knuckles.

This was it. It was like a baptism, purging myself of all the dirty thoughts and language, getting it out like bile. My clit lush and needy, as I writhed against my palm, squeezing one of my breasts.

High Jynx spoke over the phone on a video, repeating over and over again. “Do you want a photo? You can have one since I scared you so good,” he said with a smirk in that tone. A group of women giggled in the background as I scratched my nails up my stomach, sucking the wetness off my fingers.

I wanted to take his cock into my mouth.

I’d never done that before. Not once. But I wanted it so bad that I licked my own slickness clean off my fingers, gagging as I reached too deep. I opened my mouth fully, letting him slip in and out, wetting it entirely. I pictured him so vividly. Legs spread apart and over me, thrusting achingly slow into my mouth, then out with a pop.

I lurched as I touched myself again, feeling open, curling my fingers along the walls of my slit. My eyes fluttered. I was getting closer and closer as I listened to the depth of his voice. “Scream for me, darling…”

I moaned, loving his attention on me. Needing it. Biting my bottom lip. I was ready to come undone, my legs and toes stiffening with the first pulsing contraction.

“Fuck me, Romeo…” I began to shudder, unable to stop myself.

Wait. What? Why… why was I thinking of Romeo right now?

An image of Ro popped into my head, urging me to come. His steely blue eyes and dark smoldering expression made me clench between my fingers. I couldn’t speak a word. Oh god. I was coming to them both, and I couldn’t stop it. White stars grew in and out in size, blinding me as my knees pinched together. I cried out to Romeo like a maniac, my orgasm spilling loose as I rooted my knuckles deep inside, holding them still as little tremors of pleasure rippled through my body.

My breathing slowed, my fingers dripping as I pulled them out and wiped them clean off my breasts. There was a moment of sweet silence, my mind blank as my vibrator skidded away on the floor, escaping the craziest orgasm I ever had.

Cooling down, I rolled onto my back, staring up at the chandelier, trembling, realizing nothing had changed.

High Jynx was still on my mind. His face and voice ricocheted off the wall of my chest, like he was there for good, standing in the spot where my heart was. I think I made it worse… because not only was High Jynx still there, but Romeo as well, appearing like a zombie out of the ground where I buried my old crush.

Fuck, I said a lot of swear words.

Oops…

I laughed, feeling a wave of panic. This situation was much worse than I even imagined.

These feelings weren’t just tension.

They were real.

And they weren’t going anywhere, not any time soon.

I liked High Jynx. And I liked Romeo Scott. And whatever that meant, it paled in comparison to the fact that I was supposed to marry Antonio.

I leaned over the bed and picked up my lipstick, placing it on my temple to soothe the new headache I had over the impossible situation I had just found myself in.

CHAPTER 22

Ivy Jade

The prettiest long table was set up outdoors, with black draping that was just as long. Gorgeous black and red roses were centered, with place cards and a little note underneath, and some kind of rating sheet for wine tasting. Tallulah outdid herself. Everything was beautiful and sourced from her store–minus the wine.