Page 48 of Finally Us (Next Generation 5)

“Thank you,” I told her.

She gave me a small smile, something flashing in her eyes.

My stomach twisted, unsure as to what that was about but at the moment, I didn’t care. “Listen, I’ll be back later. I just need to go find someone.” I hooked an arm around Mason’s shoulders and stretched my other arm out.

Rory sighed but came toward us.

Wrapping my arms around both of them, the three of us shared a hug.

“You’re doing a shot with us, fucker. And an extra shot for being an ass,” Mason mumbled.

“Yeah, yeah.” I released them and punched Mason in the shoulder. “I’ll see you in a bit. Go mingle. Have fun.” I rushed off before they could stop me again but not before I caught that same look in Tenise’s eyes. Something was going on, but I had no idea what it was. Either way, I was sure I would find out whether I wanted to or not.

Gigi

I hadn’t seen Vinceall evening. Not because I hadn’t tried but every time I attempted to go up to him, someone or something called me away. It was getting old and fast.

“Gigi.”

I let out a soft sigh when a warm body stepped up behind me.

“You’re a hard person to find.” Gentle fingers pushed the hair off my nape. “Have you been avoiding me?” A warm mouth pressed against my ear. “I think you have. Maybe I should punish you.”

My core clenched at the thought. “I haven’t been avoiding you.”

Vince fisted my hair, tugging my head back.

My body burned at the rough hold he had on me. Under normal circumstances, I probably should have looked to see if anyone was watching this exchange, but this would never be normal, and I also didn’t care who saw. What we had. What we shared. The things we did. The things we craved.

“Are you lying to me?” Vince asked, pushing me into a dark corner. But I knew that even he didn’t care if someone saw us. No, because then that meant they would know that I belonged to him.

“I’ve been busy. You know how I get when I plan parties,” I reminded him. It wasn’t like this was my first party, but I was a perfectionist. I needed to make sure that everyone was having a good time and taken care of.

Once we reached the darkest corner, he released my hair and turned me around. Pinching my chin, he tilted my head and brushed his mouth over mine.

I sighed, snaking my arms around his neck.

“I just wanted this.” His hands trailed down my sides, his fingers hitting the hem of my dress that fell just above my knees. It was classy but tight and red because that had been his favorite color. “You look beautiful tonight.” He leaned his forehead against mine.

“Thank you. You look handsome.” Hot as hell was more like it. He was wearing a navy-blue dress shirt tucked into black dress pants. The dark colors brought out the natural tan in his skin and made his chocolate brown eyes, pop.

“I have a confession.”

Vince leaned back but kept his hand on my hip. I realized then that he always touched me, no matter who was around. Even if it was something small, his hand was still on me.

“I kind of wish I never planned this party,” I murmured.

“I figured.” His fingers brushed over my knee before sliding up my inner thigh. “I don’t want that stripper.”

My stomach sunk. I had forgotten about that. “It’s tradition,” I heard myself say.

He stared at me, his fingers dancing higher along my skin. “You want me to have some other woman dancing all over me, Gigi?”

My stomach twisted at the thought of another woman touching him. “No,” I whispered.

Vince’s fingers reached the crotch of my panties. “Tell me you want someone else dancing for me.”

“The thought of another woman dancing for you, makes me want to commit murder.” I hooked a leg around his waist and placed my hands on his chest, letting them roam down the length of his torso. In a quick move, I cupped him over his pants. “This is mine.”

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