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“I would love it,” she whispered, squirming under me. “Don’t stop.”

I rolled her nipples around between my index fingers and thumbs, then tugged. She continued to pound her fingers into my pussy, the heel of her palm smacking against my clit once more and driving me fucking insane.

Breath hitching, I pulled on her nipples harder, listening to her cry out.

“Grind your pussy against mine,” she pleaded, dropping her hand from my pussy. She had gotten me so close to the edge—so close—but didn’t tip me over. “Please, Sage. I’m so close, and you’ve barely touched me. I need it.”

Shifting my weight, I gently pressed my body against hers, barely moving. She moaned into my mouth and sucked my lower lip between her teeth.

“Come with me …” She brushed her thumbs over my aching nipples. “Please.”

I rested my forehead against hers and stared down at her, ecstasy ripping through my body. I parted my lips and cried out, my legs trembling. Eyes rolling back into her head, she came undone underneath me.

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laila

Nipples taut,Sage collapsed onto the bed beside me, breathing heavily and staring up at the ceiling. She swallowed and peered over at me for only a moment, and then she glanced away from me and toward the window.

I wanted to apologize to her for what Bethany had done, but I … I didn’t know what to say or how to say it. I didn’t want Sage to hate me, didn’t want her to decide that the last half of the million dollars wasn’t worth staying around for.

When I had found our bed empty last night, I had been so devastated, so heartbroken and worried that I’d screwed everything up. So, I gathered the courage to come to Sage’s place and apologize. But she had been sleeping then, and now … I couldn’t find the right words.

“Is there anything else you need today, Laila?” Sage asked, rolling out of bed and walking to her closet to find a silk robe that I had picked out for her the other day while we shopped with Constantino. She wrapped the tie around her waist and hurried to the kitchen.

Sitting up in the bed, I leaned against the headboard and pulled up the blankets to cover my chest, Bethany’s words from last night lingering. I chewed on the inside of my cheek, gazed through the bedroom door and into the kitchen, and watched her boil water.

We had spent time alone together before this morning, but something felt … different.

Did Sage love it? Enjoy it? Even like it in the slightest? Should I have stayed in the penthouse and come to her later instead of weirdly waking her up with my fingers buried between her pussy lips and my body pressed against hers?

Sage wandered around the kitchen and grabbed a green tea bag from the cupboard. “Do you want tea?” she asked, taking out two cups and setting them on the black marble countertop. “I have green and black. Coffee too.”

I stood and pulled on my clothes. “Coffee would be nice, but I don’t want to bother you.”

Pausing, Sage sucked in a deep breath and then shook her head and continued, “You’re not bothering me. You’re welcome to come over whenever you’d like. You’re paying me after all …”

Something about the way she had said it … put me off. Something wasn’t right.

She couldn’t even … look at me.

“I’m sorry about Bethany,” I said.

I had screwed up. So badly. But how could I make this better? Maybe Bethany wasn’t even what Sage was angry about. Maybe I had overstepped this morning. Maybe I should’ve asked her before I came over. Maybe she just wasn’t as attracted to me as she was to Constantino. The best sex happened when we were all together, not with just me.

It had been lousy this morning—on my part. I should’ve done more, made her feel better, made her come over and over instead of getting too horny, just lying next to her and asking her if she wanted to come with me.

“It’s fine,” Sage said, jerking me out of my thoughts.

“No, it’s not.”

“It’s not my place,” Sage said, pouring my coffee. “You don’t have to apologize for her.”

“I do,” I said. “She’s my friend.”

Sage stiffened again, carefully set down the coffeepot, and pursed her lips. Then, she finally turned around and shook her head. “You don’t have to apologize. You didn’t do anything. I’m here foryou, not the other way around.”

“Are you angry with me?” I asked, brow furrowed.

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