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Darting my tongue against her clit, I blew against it before sucking it between my lips.
“Fuck…” I groaned. Her taste was still capable of driving me wild.
I leaned back and pulled my shirt over my head before burying my head between her legs.
“Oh my god, Travissss…” She threaded my hair between her fingers, trying and failing to control my pace, but I had no desire to go slow; It’d been far too long.
She arched her back as I devoured her again and again, loving the taste of her coming apart under my mouth’s control.
When I was certain she couldn’t take anymore, I steadied her body until she stopped shaking. Then I pressed a kiss atop her thighs and covered her body with a sheet.
Speechless, she stared at me for a long time. She looked as sexy as she did the first time I devoured her in my car.
“Are you going to tell me what you said about me at the brunch, or make me wait?” I asked.
“You asked about my tattoo, so you must know already.” She closed her eyes, leaving me hanging for an explanation again.
Opening her nightstand drawer, I took out one of her satin scarves and gently tied it around her head like she usually did at night. Then I kissed her forehead and forced myself to walk away.
“I told the tattoo artist that I wanted two Ts,” she said softly. “For Travis and Tatiana. I was planning to tell you about it back then, but he botched it, and then we didn’t make it ,so…”
I hit the lights and walked toward the door.
“Wait, Travis.” She strained to raise her voice. “I need to get two things off my chest.”
“I think you should wait until you’re not high as a kite.”
“I’m not a successful businesswoman and my beauty brand company never made seven figures,” she said. “That’s all a lie.”
“Like I said, let’s wait until you’re not high.”
“I’m being honest…It failed miserably and I ran up so much debt that I almost lost my condo. I was too embarrassed to tell anyone, even Penelope, because I lost the money she gave me in a horrible deal.” She let out a long breath as if she’d been waiting to spill those words for a long time. “That’s why I asked for half a million.”
“You mean, before raising it to four?”
“Yes.”
“Okay,” I said. “Goodnight.”
“Second thing: Can you tell Madeline that the huge flower bouquets with the ‘Thank you for returning the favor’ and the ‘You’ll always be the best girlfriend I’ve ever had’ notes that she sent during the fangirl brunch were a great touch, and they sent the entire audience into a frenzy?”
“As long as you agree to sign a few shirts for me tomorrow.”
“Done deal.”
“Is there anything else you want to confront me about?”
“Yes, I have a list.” She started snoring.
I texted my housekeeper about getting her some orange juice in the morning and headed to my room.
I decided never to admit to her that Madeline hadn’t sent those flowers.
She didn’t need to know.
THIRTY-FOUR
THIRTY-FIVE DAYS AFTER SAYING “I DO”
