Page 22 of Keeping London (Flawed Heart)

“Um, yeah?” I answer hesitantly, not sure of where she’s going with this.

“Then, there will definitely be closet-fucking at future benefits.” She smiles.

“Yep…then definitely not a flaw. I actually love these types of things.”

London laughs. “I knew I could turn you.”

“Well, we didn’t do a very good job of being quiet. I think it’s safe to say that anyone passing through this hallway could have heard us.”

“It’s hard to be quiet when it’s so good,” she responds. “And don’t worry; no one’s walking around here. They’re all enjoying the art and the party.”

“Let’s hope so,” I answer as I look around.

Spotting a roll of paper towels, I hold London up with one hand and use my other one to rip off a long sheet. I hand it to London before setting her down. We both wipe up as best we can before discarding the dirty paper towels in the trash can next to the mop.

“God, I’m fucking hot as hell,” I say.

“Yes, you are,” London says in a seductive voice.

I lower my stare. “I mean, technically. I’m pretty sure my entire undershirt is drenched with sweat. It’s a sauna in here.”

“Yeah, I don’t think there are any AC vents in here. It’s like a weird steam room that smells of sex, sweat, and bleach.”

London pats her skin dry, so she can pull up the tight dress. I fix my attire and pat down my hair.

“How do I look?” London asks, holding her arms out to the sides and spinning.

“Sexy.”

“But not the I’ve-just-been-fucked sexy, right?”

I bite my lip. “I don’t know, babe. I think your curls are a little messier than before?”

She waves a hand in dismissal. “It’s fine. No one will notice.”

We exit the closet to an empty hallway, and it’s immediately twenty degrees cooler out here.

Thank God.

We follow the set of halls until we’re back in the main room.

“Thirsty?” London asks.

“Definitely,” I answer.

We head toward the bar, and we’re almost there when Georgia intercepts us.

“There you are. I’ve been looking—” She stops mid thought. “Wait a minute.” Her eyes scan between London and me. “You two just flipping did it somewhere, didn’t you?”

“Um, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” London shrugs. “How was Booger Boy?”

“Well, he had the decency not to go digging for gold tonight.” She holds her hands up. “Wait, you’re not changing the subject. You two just did it. Admit it.”

“So?” London shrugs again, but this time, she carries a guilty grin.

“OMG…I’m normally the scandalous one. What are you doing to my sister, Loïc?”

Before I can answer, London says, “Satisfying me.”

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