Page 95 of The Satin Sash


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“Heath . . . what are you doing?”

“I’m fucking you,” he rasped, and as though he couldn’t think of anything else, “I’m fucking you, Cat.”

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Her hand was drenched with cream and his voice in her ear struck her womb like a thunderstorm. “Fuck me harder.”

And she heard him—him coming, the breath tearing out of him so that even the phone seemed to vibrate—and she closed her eyes and pushed deeper into her cleft.

“Want some help with that, princess?”

Her eyes flew to a bare-chested Grey, exiting the bathroom with a towel around his waist, his face impassive as he propelled himself forward.

As though in slow motion, she watched with a thundering heart as he pried the phone from her fingers, his free hand curving on her hip as he set it back into its cradle. He was so . . . calm.

“Want to explain to me why you’re having phone sex with . . . ?”

She chewed on her lip, embarrassed, angry, desperate. “Heath.”

“Heath. Of course.”

“Grey . . .”

“How long?”

“What?”

“How long has this been going on?”

She tugged her skirt back down and swung her legs over the side of the bed. While she spoke, all she could face were her own bare toes. “I’ve never done it before. He was calling for you. I just heard his voice and . . . I wanted to talk to him.You used to tell me everything about him, and now that you don’t, I’ve felt so thirsty for just a little news.”

“But you weren’t talking just now, were you?”

She shrugged, swung her legs back and forth.“I miss it. I miss . . . him.”

When she dared look up to gauge his reaction, there wasn’t so much as a flicker of his eyes to betray him. Flooded with relief that he was so self-possessed, she plunged on, wanting to get this out in the open.

“You talk to him,” she explained.“He’s your partner.With me . . . I shared things with him, personal things, and suddenly all ties have been severed.”

“I talk to him?” As though she weren’t safe around him, or him around her, he stalked across the room, gritting his teeth. “Heath and I are fucked. Fucked,Toni.We barely speak three words to each other.”

“But why?”

“Because you still want him and it is tearing me apart!”

“No, Grey, no!”

The phone began to ring and ring and ring. Incessantly.

When Grey saw her glance at the phone, considering answering, an icy veil settled over his eyes, making the hair on her bare arms rise. For the barest of seconds, pain ravaged his features as if a flood or wildfire swept through life and civilization and love.Then there was nothing on his face at all.

The idea that he thought he wasn’

t important to her, that he thought she didn’t care, made her break out in a sweat.

“Grey.” She took a step toward him, but was quickly halted by his stare. Grey never lost his temper. The only time she’d seen him out of control was after the benefit, when he’d been so jealous. But the walls he put up now to obstruct her seemed as effective as a roar. She cringed under his eyes.The gold in them was glacial. Freezing her to the spot.

If she hadn’t experienced the fire within him firsthand, seen his face crumple when he came in her, his every wall shatter when he looked at her, she’d have thought him inhuman.

His mellow tone and his lack of emotion as he regarded her was no less chilling. “Am I failing you in some way, Antonia Kearny?”

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