When I get back to the room, I check my email and see that George has sent us a list of furniture for the new apartment and wants us to pick the colors. This is too much. My chest feels tight, and I get up to get a glass of water. I don’t know if I can pick these furnishings and play house with Mich
MichaelMark’s eyes are on me as I trek back to the room and again when I make my way to the deck for cocktails. He’s up to something. I need to find out what it is, and fast. The need to get this deal done is an itch under my skin. I have Jonathan emailing me more articles and failed deals, and Mar
“Not a waste at all,” I agree. “Especially because I got to do this.” I fit her body against mine, swaying a little, then dip her down until she starts to laugh. When I pull her up again, she’s pink and flustered. “I always loved doing that.”She rolls her eyes. “You just liked feeling me up.”My ha
“You’re right.” She crouches and traces her fingers over the bark. “L+L+M.” She looks up at me with a faint smile. “Remember you wanted to carve it into a live tree, but Levi said no?”“He’s a real environmentalist, that guy.”“I hope you can buy the property.” She rises up, and her eyes are uncerta
LillyI race toward the water, ignoring the sting of the pebbles under my feet. Michael’s harsh breaths are just steps behind me. I splash into the cold surf and dive under as soon as I can, cutting through the water. He’ll catch me. Any second now. He’s a strong swimmer, with those long arms and al
“Fuck, baby. You’re so hot. I love how you feel around my hand.”“Get inside me, then.”He groans. “You’re trying to shred my control, aren’t you?”“Yes. Oh, that feels good. Do that again.” I’m wet and needy, and every time he twists his fingers, I clench around him. “Michael, ah. Yes.”“I can’t re
His hand comes up to brush my cheek. “What’s that look, Lillyy?”I love you. I can’t bear to be the one who begs, but for Michael, I’ll do anything. If both of us are stuck, we’ll never move forward. Maybe he needs the encouragement. Maybe he needs to hear it first. I take a deep breath, needing the
“Ten years?” I whisper.He nods shortly. He hates this. His eyes are shadowed, and his face is tense. “Do you want to know why I stopped having sex?” His voice is low and rough. I nod, even though I sense something terrible is about to happen. “Because the first time I slept with my then-girlfriend,