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She laughs and says, “He’s hopelessly in love, basically.”
“Did you know he took her to Paris this weekend?”
“He did?”
“Flew her out tonight—just to show her the ballet.”
She moves her body over me, quirking a brow when we’re nose to nose, my cock trapped and twitching between us. “See. Hopelessly in love.”
“I just fucked you under the stars. What does that make us?” I ask, rubbing my hands down the length of her naked back.
“Exhibitionists, Satan’s spawns, or just really horny fuckers?”
“I’d say one and three are the same.”
“And you’d agree?”
“No—” Her lips steal mine, and I frown because I know it’s fucked up. But as my heart pounds out of rhythm against hers, I only kiss her harder and say, “We’re hopelessly.” Kiss. “Fucking.” Kiss. “Wild.”
Her eyes spark, and she pulls back, looking down at me. “You’re smooth, Sullivan. I’ll give you that.”
And you’re like nothing I saw coming.
“You’re beautiful. I’m not sure I’ve ever told you that.”
“You haven’t.” She smiles, biting her full bottom lip.
“Well, you know now. Don’t forget.”
Our kiss is slow. Dangerously so. A kiss that’s gentle enough not to leave a mark but one that could bring a man like me to his knees. I reach up and take hold of her face, tilting her chin as our tongues intertwine.
And then I roll her over and fuck her wild.
Scarlet
What has he done to me?
Lance is laughing. Bastard. And I’m on my hands and knees trying to stand.
“It’s like Bambi on ice.”
“Lance!”
I want to scold him, but for the millionth time in the last couple of hours, I can’t help but gawk at him as his laugh lights up his whole face.
“Let me carry you.”
“I think you’ve done enough,” I tell him. Finally rising to my feet, my knees shake, and I fight the urge to step forward, knowing I’ll hit the deck. “This isn’t normal.”
“I’m carrying you,” he tells me, not caring to listen to my demands as he finishes buttoning his suit pants and walks toward me. He’s already put his shirt on me, my T-shirt ending up in the lake somehow.
When he reaches me, he looks down and grins. “Your knees are quivering like the oak trees, sunshine.”
I look out at the trees hugging the boundary of the meadow, bristling as a slight breeze moves over the hillside.
“They’re aspens, asshole, not oak.”
He only laughs harder. “Sorry. I made you quiver like anaspen.”
