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“They like that you’re not all business,” America leans in to tell me. “They’re so much about community. It’s important for it to be about more than legalities and money. It’s the people who support us when we go through important events in life that really matter. They want to make sure that Diogo is surrounded by people who will take the same care of him as they would their own family.”

Her phone vibrates on the table, and she picks it up before excusing herself from the conversation. Leaving her seat, she wanders along the cobblestones with the device pressed to her ear. She touches her hair and smiles as she talks.

We make eye contact, and she glances away, but not before I see the longing there. It’s Indy. I saw her name on the screen when America flipped over her phone. She misses her bestfriend. Her parents. Her aunt and uncle. And EJ. She probably even misses Indy’s husband. They’ve become friends to some degree as well.

Of course she’s homesick. That’s where she belongs. With them is where she feels she fits the most.

I miss them too. But they’re no longer my community. I can’t see myself ever feeling that way about them again. Well, maybe EJ. He’ll always be my best friend. But I can’t stand the idea of being in the same place as Indy’s other half.

Eventually America will probably want to go home, and I don’t want to think about what I’m going to do then. There’s a warmth in my chest that is both new and familiar. I know what it means though I swore I’d never feel it again.

The more time I spend with America the more I care about her. The worse it will be when she decides to head back home.

Chapter Thirty-One

America

“Congratulations.” I kiss Gray as he carries me into our hotel room in Positano after dinner at the trendiest spot in town. “You’re officially Elio Ricci’s agent. How does it feel?”

“It feels pretty damn good.” He beams at me. My toes meet the floor and he plucks at the buttons lining the front of my dress. “Not as good as making you come will, but damned good all the same.”

“I’ll do it.” Batting his hand away, I tug my dress over my head. Who knew we would end up back in Positano signing an up and coming football star only a few weeks after Diogo Costa signed on as Frontline Sports’ first client? Staying in the same hotel room where this thing between us started, no less. In just as much hurry to get naked as we were that night.

He has his shirt off and is kicking away his pants as I step out of my panties. The bruises from Everett were completely gone this morning, but I swear Gray’s favorite pastime is branding me with his mouth. I have love bites in all the places no one but us can see.

We’ve been all over Europe these last couple of weeks. Gray’s put twenty hours a day into researching talent and networking with old contacts under his new company name.

I’ve been at his side every step of the way. And now I think I might know what I want to do with my future. I’ve been thinking about it since we spent a rather splendid evening with Diogo Costa and his family.

I am not thinking about it when Gray tosses me onto the bed, flips me onto my stomach and playfully bites my ass.

Oh God, I am definitely… not thinking about… when he scoops up my hips and enters me in one delicious thrust. “Gah-Gray.”

“This is what you get for teasing me all night.” His tone is light and fun. His hips clap my ass. My eyes roll back in my head.

“I knew what it would get me.” I claw fistfuls of the sheet and hold on for dear life as he finds the perfect angle to work my G-spot.

“You look…” He spreads my cheeks and pushes into me. “Such a filthy girl… the way you take me… I’d love to see you take me in your ass too.”

My brain stutters. The idea of letting him fuck me where no one ever has. Letting him into every part of me. It floods me with a primal surge of arousal that almost makes me orgasm then and there. “Do it.”

“You want it?”

“I want it.” I push back on him as another wave of sensation steamrolls me.

“I’ll go slow. Tell me to stop if it’s too much.” He spits on the place where we’re joined. Smears it up the seam of my crack and uses it to lubricate my asshole.

He continues to fuck me, but at a much slower pace while he uses a finger to stretch me. He adds more spit and a second digit. “Still want it?”

“Yes.” I’m so ready.

Pulling out, he rubs the head of his cock against the sensitive spot, lubricating me further with our arousal. He grips my hips, presses.

I’m tighter there so the sensation is more extreme. I feel fuller the moment he enters me. He starts to pump and my eyes cross. The pleasure is dirty, but also sweet.

“You feel amazing,” he says reverently when he’s deep inside me. “Perfect. God… I…” He groans as he leans over me and wraps his arms around my waist. “I knew it would be good, but I’ve never…”

“Gray?” This thing we’re doing… he’s never done it either?

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