Page 9 of Keeping London (Flawed Heart)

“Well, let’s more than fuck again,” she says, lowering her voice.

“You know the alarm is going to go off in, like, an hour. We’re going to be exhausted tomorrow,” I offer in a halfhearted attempt to make the healthy decision. “Shouldn’t we get a little more sleep?”

London huffs out, “We can sleep on the plane. Right now, I want your beautiful dick inside me, and I want you to more than fuck me until I’m screaming your name.”

I growl and push London against the bed as I straddle her. She giggles beneath me.

“On one condition,” I say.

“What’s that?”

“Can you call it something else besides beautiful? You know, huge, manly, intimidating—any of those would work.”

London laughs, and it’s sexy as hell.

“Loïc, baby…can you more than fuck me with your insanely huge monster of a penis?”

I shake my head and let out a sound of protest. “Uh, not penis, babe. We’ve talked about this before.”

“Fine…dick, cock, whatever. Just do it.” She grabs my ass and pulls my pelvis toward her.

“Do what?” I tease, just to hear her say it again.

“Fuck me, babe…with emotion.”

“I love you.” I laugh as I drop my lips to hers.

London

“I love my life.”

—London Wright

The twenty-minute taxi ride from the airport goes by quickly, and before I know it, we are pulling up in front of the apartments where my sister, Georgia, lives. As I exit the cab, the hot rays of the sun beating down on my face, even this early in the day, feel marvelous. It was cold enough in Michigan this morning that I could physically see my breath.

“This is an apartment building?” Loïc asks, taking in the beautiful complex before us. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I know, right? Puts my house to shame.”

“It looks like a resort.” Loïc scans the stunning architecture that looks more like a five-star Cayman Islands getaway than an apartment building for college students.

“It does. You should see the incredible pools they have out back. There’s some serious money here. Upper-class Cali people make rich Ann Arbor people seem poor.”

“Well, I don’t know about that. But college students live here?” he asks in disbelief.

I nod. “Yeah, for the most part. It’s in walking distance from campus. The first time I visited Georgia here, I definitely questioned my choice to go to Michigan. Although my dad might not have sprung for such an elaborate place for me even if I had gone here anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

I start walking toward the elaborate entrance. “You see, my sister…she pretends to be low maintenance. She doesn’t shop as much as my mother and I do. She’s more adventurous and just seems more easygoing. So, you would think that she has less than I do, right? Well, her whole go-with-the-flow attitude almost has the opposite effect. Because she doesn’t ask for much, my father goes out of his way to make sure that she has the best of everything. Or it could just be because she’s the baby. I don’t know.” I shrug as I ring the bell to my sister’s apartment.

Loïc laughs. “Your dad bought you a house to live in at college, London. You’re definitely not going without, little spoiled one.” He kisses me on the top of my head.

“I know. I’m not complaining. I’m just saying that this apartment complex is pretty sweet, and it doesn’t surprise me that my dad chose it for Georgia.”

The entry door buzzes, and I open it.

Loïc grabs our bags, and we enter. “You do know that I don’t make much money in the military, right?”

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