Page 125 of Drunk on Love

She grabbed a condom out of her nightstand and rolled it over him.

“You worked very hard last night,” she said. “Today, you get to relax.”

She lifted herself on top of him and straddled him. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down on top of him, until he was deep inside of her.

“I like to be able to see you like this,” he said as he reached for her breasts. She loved it when he touched her like that, like he couldn’t keep his hands off her, like all he wanted was to touch her, please her, make her feel good.

She looked down at him and took a quick inward breath. Last night they’d both wanted to stretch every bit of pleasure out of each other, and that had been amazing. But right now, she knew they both just wanted it fast and hard. She quickened her pace as she rode him, and they both came within minutes.

They fell asleep again, and when she woke up, it was to find him smiling at her again.

“I wanted to let you sleep, because I know you need the rest, but it’s after ten. Are you going to the winery today, or are you going to stay here in bed with me all day?”

She sat up with a jerk.

“Oh my God, it’s after ten?” Then she laughed. “I guess you’re right, I did need the rest. I’d love to stay here in bed with you all day, but the staff worked just as hard as I did yesterday. I don’t want to bail on them on a busy Sunday.”

He sat up behind her and kissed her between her shoulder blades.

“Okay, but promise me that one day soon we both can take the day off and you really will stay in bed with me all day?”

That sounded wonderful. And from his voice, it sounded just as wonderful to him, too.

“I promise,” she said. “But how are you going to explain to your mom why you need the day off?”

He laughed against her skin.

“I’ll find a way.”

She suddenly remembered something, and turned to him.

“Oh. Speaking of. Something weird happened yesterday. I was talking to your mom at the party, and... Why does she seem to be under the impression that you and Avery are together? She said something like that, too, when I saw her at the auction, remember?”

He looked down.

“Yeah, I remember that. About that.”

Had anyone ever saidabout thatin that tone of voice and had it preface something good? She sat back against the headboard and pulled the sheets up to her chest.

“About that?” she repeated.

He looked up at her.

“My mom thinks that Avery and I are together because... I may have given her that impression.”

She blinked. Once. Twice. Had he really just said that?

“May have? Or you did?”

He sighed.

“I did. But it was before you and I were together! Long before.” He shrugged. “After that first night, but you know what I mean. The thing is, I didn’t want to tell her I quit my job, I told you that. It feels stupid, but she was just so proud of me, proud of that job, and I knew how disappointed she was going to be. I was going to tell her, though, but when I said something abouthow I helped Avery move, she kind of jumped to that conclusion—she’s always wanted us back together—and then I just... didn’t correct her. And then it kind of... kept going.”

What the fuck?Margot took a long breath. And then another. But no, the deep breaths weren’t working this time to calm her down.

“I see. One question: Does Avery know about this, or will she also be surprised when your mom mentions it to her?”

He laughed. Did he... think this was funny?

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