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CHAPTER40
When Lauren’salarm went off at two in the morning, Sylvie tangled her fingers in Lauren’s sweat-soaked hair and held her in place between her parted thighs.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned, her head back as she tried desperately to drown out the maddening EEH EEH EEH of the alarm clock. “I’m almost there,” she cried, teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
She’d never considered herself a greedy person, but she also had never had such incredible sex — or even mediocre sex — that lasted straight through the night. It was like they finally found the perfect home for their competitive natures, and Sylvie wasn’t ready to let it go.
“A little slower,” Sylvie begged, wishing she could drown out the agitating noise making it hard to concentrate.
Sylvie focused on Lauren’s hands gripping her outer thighs. Her moans vibrating against her most sensitive, and soon to be unbearably sore, flesh. Her tongue moving in perfect languid circles.
Her fist tightened in Lauren’s hair. Grinding against her mouth, she released what would be the last of that evening’s many orgasms.
“Turn that damn thing off, please,” Sylvie demanded, falling back onto Lauren’s pillow like someone had removed all the bones in her now useless body. At least she couldn’t feel the pain in her bruised hip any more.
Leaning over the foot of the bed, Lauren rummaged through the clothes on the floor to find her cellphone. “Got it,” she said, straining to kill the annoying sound.
“Now, come back.” Sylvie wasn’t ready to be apart from her yet. She needed the comfort of her body next to hers.
“So needy,” Lauren joked, her sweaty body nestled against Sylvie’s side. “How are you going to manage without me all day?”
Sylvie locked her leg around one of Lauren’s. “Whatever, I can’t stand you.” She wrapped the rest of her body around her like the squid from 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea trying to take down the submarine.
Lauren chuckled, her voice hoarse from the night’s very vocal activities. “You’re so crazy about me. You don’t even know.”
Lauren’s dark eyes glistened. Even in the low light of the room, Sylvie could see all the things she wasn’t saying. Could feel them in Lauren’s energy as clearly as she could hear them in her mind.
I’m not just crazy about you . . . I love you! Sylvie wanted to shout, but she couldn’t. It was too soon, and Lauren would think she was just in a highly emotional haze. After the insane amount of times they’d had sex, it was possible that she was suffering from an overload of dopamine.
“You know . . .” Lauren ran her fingertips over the arm Sylvie had slung across her chest. “We could blow off work. Stay here all day.”
To her shock, Sylvie’s knee-jerk response was an enthusiastic, “I wish.”
Lauren sighed before bringing Sylvie’s hand to her mouth to kiss her knuckles. “Me too. I have to meet the contractor in Little Havana. I have to make sure we’re ready to pass inspection next week.”
“Damn! You finished? That’s so exciting!”
“Only if we pass inspection. You know how unpredictable building inspectors can be. Some go over every nail with a magnifying glass and others give a cursory glance. I just wish I knew what to prepare for.”
Sylvie propped herself up on her elbow to look Lauren in the eye. “You’re going to be ready for the white-glove treatment. You have put so much work into that place and it looks incredible. There is no way it’s not by the book.”
A slow smile bloomed like a vine on one side of Lauren’s mouth. “You really think so?”
“I’m positive,” she replied with conviction. “And you know how it wounds me to compliment your work.”
Lauren laughed before pulling Sylvie down into a crushing hug. “You didn’t seem to have any trouble complimenting my work all night. I do believe the words amazing and best I ever had were bandied about.”
Sylvie rolled them over so Lauren was on top of her. Looking up at her perfect face, Sylvie worked hard not to smile. “Shut up. I was high on sex. Nothing I said can be held against me.”
“Oh, I’m going to hold it against you alright.” She dipped her chin to kiss her.
Before they reignited the desire that was somehow still simmering beneath the surface, Sylvie pulled away and held Lauren in her gaze. “What time is the contractor supposed to be there?”
“He’ll be there at ten, why?” Lauren was openly dubious.
“So I can sabotage you, Lauren.” Sylvie rolled her eyes in an exaggerated display. “To help you, obviously. You’re too nice. We need to make sure he doesn’t miss anything.”
“We, huh? We’re a we now?”
