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She sighed and widened her legs. I went slowly and watched her as she took every inch of me. She closed her eyes and moaned. The throaty sound rocketed through me. Her movements grew frenzied as I continued to push her to the edge.
She clutched the bed as I continued. My heart soared. I was with her, and she was mine. Her small sexy sounds drove me to the edge.
Then there was a knock on the door and my mother’s voice calling, “Kir, Avril, you’re needed downstairs.”
I wasn’t sure that was even real. I was so caught up in being with Avril. However, I kept the noises down.
Once I was sure it was quiet outside our door, I drove into her and picked up the pace. She held me and found a second release. Then I let myself go entirely and collapsed on her once I was done.
For a moment, neither of us moved. Then I rolled to hold her close. She whispered, “They know.”
I laughed and kissed her forehead. “Don’t worry about anything. Let’s just get you dressed and back to the party.”
“I trust you.”
We both stood and picked new clothes. If anyone asked, I would tell them we needed to change. But the truth was probably written all over my face.
Chapter Seventeen
Avril
* * *
My body still tingled from being entirely his, and when I smelled myself, I had a little of his cologne mixed in with my vanilla lotion. The truth was, I wanted that scent to stay with me forever as a perfect memory. It was sexier than the most expensive perfume. I quickly washed off, but I wished there was a way to not to lose his scent on me.
He took a fast shower as I selected my clothes. When he came out, I sighed. His nearness made my skin all jumpy with excitement. I finished tugging on a simple pink dress that clung to my curves. We’d agreed to tell people we’d left so we could change and freshen up.
He picked a lighter gray suit and offered my hand. Then he kissed my cheek. Goose bumps grew all over me. I was happy and wished we could stay alone. When we left, he held my arm like he was truly mine.
As we returned to the wedding, it seemed most people had finished their dinner. We circled to our seats, and Kelly called out, “There you are.”
Three of my friends were walking toward us. I squeezed Kir’s arm. “Kir, I’ll join you in a few moments.”
“I’ll order our plates.” He kissed my cheek.
I did the same, stepped back, and said, “Perfect.” He backed away just as my friends came at me from the other side. I turned toward Isabel and Kelly. “So, what’s going on?”
Kelly gazed over my shoulder, clearly waiting till Kir was out of earshot, then asked, “What’s going on with you?”
I raised my eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“You’re relaxed and happy, but Miley mentioned we were all getting dragged through the mud.”
I took a deep breath, and my shoulders slumped. “Oh, the blog thing. Are you worried about it?”
Isabel said, “I don’t know why you aren’t.”
This conversation felt strange when my heart was so full. “I… why would I be? Kir’s brothers are buying my employer. They’re not going to fire me, but I’m working on trying to help brainstorm who’s writing that stuff about all of us.”
Kelly said, “It’s all fine if you’re sure your relationship with Kir is real. I’m a teacher, and I can’t have those rich parents complaining about my boozing trips, though. My principal already hates me.”
I held out my arms to hug her. “Kelly, relax, okay?”
She hugged me back. “Okay.”
Isabel said, “You have unions and stuff, Kelly. As a personal art curator, I’m stressed that no one’s going to trust the barfly to care for and receive historical items.”
They both wanted to make the articles disappear. Britney probably hated the news, too, just like the last time. I needed to be more aware that everything wasn’t just about me.
