Page 110 of Until I Own You

I slide my hand around the back of his head, press my forehead to his cheek, trying to catch my breath.

The duality between the ferocity of our fucking and softness of this moment fills me with joy. Makes me think more might exist beyond the commitment to our lifestyle.

However, I shouldn’t let the post-coital fog dictate what might be between us.

Our reverie is interrupted by the sound of the sliding glass door.

How did I miss that sound earlier?

“Did y’all get lost?” Abigail’s voice echoes through the house.

I shudder away from Seth, struggling with my top. “Couldn’t find–”

Seth puts his dick back in his shorts and grabs my bottom from the floor, tying it in place faster than I thought possible.

“Couldn’t find the limes, but I–” When I’m properly covered, I run back to the fridge and fish out the bag of limes to hold up in triumph, just as Abigail walks in. “Found ‘em!”

Abigail leans into her hip, sassy as always. “And what’s your excuse?” she asks Seth. “You were just supposed to be getting beers.”

Seth tucks in beside me, grabbing two beers from the fridge. “Helping Bridget, of course.”

“Damn, you have turned a new leaf,” Abigail says.

Seth rolls his eyes and leaves, just as silent as he came.

As he leaves, the bliss leaves my body.

He didn’t want everyone to hear or know.

And I guess I didn’t either.

“Come on, I’ll help you. I need a pina colada, stat.” Abigail shuffles into the kitchen and sets to cutting the limes.

I wash my hands with the pungent lemon verbena soap to wash away the smell of sex and pull the towel back around my waist so she can’t see the way Seth’s seed has leaked onto my upper thigh.

As soon as that’s hidden away, it’s like nothing happened between us.

Like nothing has ever happened between us.

20

SETH

The place might be crowded, but my eyes are glued to Bridget. She’s standing at the bar with Abigail, waiting for the next round of drinks.

Her outfit is…fucking perfect. As usual.

It shouldn’t be surprising a woman in the fashion industry knows how to dress, but ever since her training began, she’s been dressing for me. Lots of blues, dresses that hug all her curves, makeup that highlights her full lips and big green eyes.

Tonight, she’s all about the tropical vacation wear of Key West, wearing a halter top dress decorated with palm fronds and fruits.

No corny pattern could detract from her beauty. If anything, one of the printed fronds accentuates the curve of her ass just so…

Jack’s voice infiltrates my focus. “What do you think about her?”

I follow his gaze across the bar.

His eyes are focused on an icy blonde pixie cut across the room. She’s wearing a crop top and tiny shorts. Cute. Not my type, but cute.

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