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“Yes. Please.” She rubbed against his ass, encouraging him to live in the moment with her. “Give it to me.”
When the rip cord of tension in his body snapped, he let out a muffled shout and yanked on the shelf, not cognizant of anything but the warm pulses of his release flowing over her hands and the soothing touch that grounded him through his climax. Damn. Damn. Damn!
He heard the groan from the wall an instant before Victoria shrieked. And the shelf and its contents crashed down on top of them.
…
Breathing heavily, Vicky slapped on the light and stared at the mess around them. Candles and bathroom stuff had flown everywhere. Most of it looked to be intact, thank God. She turned on the faucet and quickly rinsed the sink and her hands, trying not to dwell on just how hot it had made her to feel Cory come in her hands.
She glanced over her shoulder as he cupped the bleeding cut on his forehead and tried to zip up. “Here, let me help,” she said, sure she was blushing furiously.
Way to go, Townsend. Get the guy off, break the bathroom.
“You’re bleeding.” She reached up to stem the tide with a hank of tissue. Flying projectile, must be. Elephant toothbrush holder maybe, judging from the pieces on the tiled floor.
“It’s okay. Did any hit you?”
She dropped her gaze and stared hard at her feet. As hot as all of this had been, the shelf collapse had reminded her where she was. At a family party. A normal, together family, not fractured like hers was. Her sister out of town again for work, her brother with his team, her dad who-knows-where in Vegas, playing the slots. And her mom…
It was natural for families to separate as the kids grew up. Hers had just started really early and it wasn’t the kids who had checked out first.
She sighed and bent to pick up some of the scattered stuff on the floor. She was just horny, that’s all. Cory had gotten off, but she hadn’t. The family stuff, the faking stuff, even Dillon’s suspicions weren’t anything to worry about.
So what if she and Cory weren’t anything but a big pair of fakers? Except the orgasms they’d had. Those were all too real.
If she looked at it right, this was practically the ideal situation. People in her past had deceived her with declarations about emotions they didn’t truly feel. How many times had her mother said “I love you” before she’d walked out of her life? This way she wasn’t building up false expectations. She knew there wasn’t anything between her and Cory but friendship and fights and work.
And incredible sex.
As for his bondage and submission talk, she wasn’t going there. He couldn’t truly be into that, could he? She sneaked a glance at him under her lashes and quickly looked away from his intense stare. Maybe.
No
.
She nodded briskly and dumped the pieces of the elephant toothbrush holder into the trash. “I’m fine.” She turned to face him and tentatively touched the cut on his forehead. “Are you?”
“Yeah.” He smiled grimly and opened the door. “Lucky for me, I’ve got a hard head.”
He wasn’t the only one. Why else would she chase a man who saw her as a means to an end—and barely even that? And what would happen when that end came?
Cory let out a long breath as Dillon and a couple other family members appeared in the hallway. “We heard a crash. Everyone okay???
“Thank you for your prompt assistance, but as you can see, we’re fine.” Cory glanced back at Vicky and motioned for her to follow.
As Cory started to walk out, Dillon gave his groin a pointed look. “Fly’s gaping, bro.”
“Jesus,” Cory muttered, yanking up the zipper.
Behind him, Vicky buried her face against his back and laughed. Guess she’d proven they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
“I’m going to get us a couple drinks,” Cory said before heading up the hall in the direction of the living room. He probably couldn’t wait any longer to get his chance at another drink.
This was the kind of night that demanded them.
“Getting in a little post-pork quickie action, huh?” Dillon fell into step beside her. “Nice to see you two getting along so well. And so obviously.”
She frowned and flipped her fingers through her hair. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
