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No woman had ever treated me in such a way. My chest ached, and I eyed the phone, the stack of papers, my laptop, even, considering tossing it all off my desk with a broad swipe of my arm. Curses rang in my head, and I bit my tongue to keep from spewing them out like a petulant child.

My pride kept me from calling her back and demanding answers, demanding she tell me how she fared with her sister. Given the opportunity, I would have asked her for one more night, even.

I had wanted to drop to my knees given the chance and beg like a broken man needing put back together, but no more.

Teeth clenched, I shut down my computer for the night. Perhaps I just needed to let off a little steam. My stomach churned at the thought of touching anyone other than Natalie, but I didn’t wait for anyone or anything.

Chapter Twenty

Natalie

My heart pounded in my chest as I stared at my cell clutched in my hand. Jordan had called, and I had hung up on him as though our night together meant nothing.

I told myself it was because of the phone call I waited for, not out of guilt. Had I known it was Jordan calling rather than the lawyer I expected, I never would have answered.

Throat tight, I pulled up the picture of him sleeping, memories crashing over me—his gentle touch, the first swipe of his lips across mine, the way he had filled me completely, rocking into my body, rocking my entire world off its foundation.

Warmth sprang to life between my thighs, and I swallowed against tears, once more telling myself I would not become bitter toward my sister.

“Where the hell did you get that picture?”

“I took it,” I murmured, so caught up in that night, my heart ached.

“Oh. My. God.” Luna leaned over my shoulder where I sat on the couch. “How the fuck did you get a picture of Jordan Graystone in bed?”

Realizing Luna had seen too much, that I had even said too much, I swiped my screen off.

Luna flopped onto the couch beside me, eyes bleary and shot with red. She’d woken from a nap that had lasted all afternoon. “You fucked him, didn’t you?”

I didn’t answer.

“Holy fuck, Nat! He’s like the sugar daddy of all sugar daddies!” Her eyes took on a calculating glint I quickly shifted my focus off. “Think you could get him to give you a few thousand for my lawyer?”

Anger flared to life, and I hopped off the couch, giving Luna my death glare that I’d inherited from Mom. “I am not asking him for money.”

“Why the fuck not? Offer to blow him for a few thousand. God knows you’re worth it.”

“You did not just say that,” I muttered, stalking into the kitchen to ready our dinner, Luna on my heels.

“Come on, Nat! You’re damn good at giving head. Billy said you deep throated him like a goddamn toothless whore.”

I grimaced over the memory of her older friend I’d allowed to talk me into bed once because of loneliness.

“Take that Lord’s dick down your throat—swallow him whole like you did Billy. He’ll promise you anything to blow his load.” She laughed while my stomach turned. “Billy said your mouth was better than any pussy or ass he’s ever had.”

“Damnit, Luna!” I slammed a pot in the sink to fill with water. “I’m not offering to blow Jordan for money! And for your information, he’s not a Lord!”

“First name basis, huh?” She leaned against the counter, arms crossed and smug. “Dish.”

“No.”

“Come on!” She nudged me with her elbow. “Dish!”

I set the pot of water on the stovetop, lips pressed tight. I missed sharing secrets with my sister, having someone to talk to, but she’d clammed up on me months earlier when I caught her bent over our kitchen table, a drunk stranger’s length buried deep inside her ass—without protection.

I’d kicked the man out, and the screaming match between us had ended in shattered glasses and plates.

“Give me something, Nat.”

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