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He grabbed her wrist. “Sit down.” “Let me go or I’ll make a scene.” “Amandine,” he warned. “Try me,” she said, a hair louder. “I’m not well-bred enough to give a shit.”
“Really? How would you feel if Amandine had spent your anniversary with an ex she almost married?” The muscles in Gavin’s cheek flexed, and his grip around the bottle tightened. “You just proved my point,” Mark said and drank his beer. Silence stretched between them. “Shit,” Gavin bit out finally.
“There’s nothing wrong with civility, you know,” Gavin said. “Like standing me up on a special anniversary dinner without calling?” She raised her index finger. “I know. Family emergency, halfway across the country. Because Catherine needed you.” “I won’t argue with you in an elevator.” “Too bad. I don’t need Samantha to win this one,” she said sweetly. Craig coughed discreetly; Gavin shot her a dark glare.
“You just raised the stakes to the point where I’d lose more than I could afford.”
Tell her. Tell her how you feel. His throat froze. Whenever he’d expressed his feelings, one way or another he’d lost the person who’d inspired them. Even the mention of a proposal to Catherine had sent her running to another man. On the other hand, he’d never said a word about his intentions toward Amandine while they’d been dating…and here they were.
“What women say, what they do, what they think and what they actually want… Almost never the same.”
You didn’t marry Amandine because she was just like every other woman out there. So don’t give her what you would give every other woman out there.”
I want to be the one to make him happy. Make him smile like he has nothing to worry about.
“Jesus, you’re hot. Tight.” Her sex clenched. “You feel incredible.” “Use me.” His hands gripped her ass and helped her move up and down his cock. “Make yourself come.”
It was quiet and tender, but no less intense than spilling his seed into her womb. Peace, he realized with sudden clarity. This was peace, bone-deep satisfaction and the sense that everything was right with the world.
He reached for her, but she slapped him away. “My show,” she said, her passion-dark gaze on his.
She was glistening with need, her body tight and waiting. He blew gently on her clit. The moment he tongued it, Amandine made a soft wanton sound. Ah my lovely wife.
Stella gaped at him, then snapped her mouth closed. “Gavin Emmanuel Lloyd!” Uh oh. His mother hadn’t used his full name since he’d turned sixteen.
“Just remember: if you don’t value yourself, if you don’t consider yourself precious, nobody else will either.”
