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“Because it’s hard to keep my eyes forward, and I’d really like to get us home.”
“What if I told you every time with you hits just like the first time?”
Ollie slapped a hand to his chest. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“Any chance you can care deeply about trips to the Italian and French rivieras for shopping sprees?”
“Because that’s a sustainable habit for us, and that way, I get to keep my aviation hobby. Win-win.”
He winked. “Sexy-horrible?”
“Sweetheart, I barely care about the lives of my best friends. To care about the lives of hypothetical future strangers is a stretch.”
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“Probably riding my dick. I can’t get enough of you, and you always bring me to the point of delirium.”
“I have a feeling we’re toxic together.”
He winked. “Hell and Heaven are the same experiences in diffe...
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“No rush. I’ll wait.”
“Even if it kills me.”
For the first time, Oliver did not try to join me. Guess he, too, felt overwhelmed with this. With us.
That natural connection from our youth—like a tide, coming and going, but always constant—no longer existed.
Oh, Seb. When was the last time you let the sun kiss your skin?
Instead, I felt empty. No, not empty. Angry.
“If it isn’t my personal vegetarian climate warrior.”
“You’ll interrupt me.”
“Well, aren’t I a lucky man for bagging you?”
“Christ, Cuddlebug.” Ollie’s voice came out rough and desperate. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“There’s so much steam in here my balls are about to ignite.”
With a grin, I claimed the bench in the corner and spread my knees apart, showing him all of me. I wasn’t just wet. I was soaked.
My nails deep into his back, unable to hold back because he was so big. So thick.
“Your pussy is so beautiful,” he rasped, licking his lips. “I wish I could devour it.”
“You can.” I drew a smile on my clit with my fingertip. “Hubby-to-be.”
“You’re breathtaking when you come.”
“More than anything in this fucking world,”
What I hadn’t expected was to almost die of blue balls because the hottest woman I’d ever met decided to perform Cirque du Soleil naked in front of me.
Every day, I counted down the minutes until I reunited with Cuddlebug.
My girlfriend. I want to do my girlfriend. Can you make that happen?
“You can take the fucking ranch house. You can manipulate Dad into giving you the Lamborghini. Do all this petty shit. I don’t care. But don’t you dare mess with my relationship, Sebastian.”
The propeller got him bad. Chunks of his face had split open. Cracked right in two. A cheek. Parts of his forehead.
I ruined my baby brother’s life. And there was nothing I could do to change it.
But rather, if I didn’t get out of here, I might kill my fiancé with my bare hands.
Did they pity me? Thought it was hilarious that I lived with the man who once broke my heart and deserted me?
“Either your tits will be confined, or I will be—when I murder everyone who looks at you naked.”
He rolled his tongue over his inner cheek, folding his arms over his chest. “Uh-huh.”
“Excuse me, but Ryan Gosling fucking wishes he had my jawline.”
“I’m not wearing a matching Ken outfit.”
“Because I’d like to salvage however little I can of my pride after that Frozen duet.”
“Fine,” he snapped, balling his fists. “I’ll wear a stupid Ken costume. Christ.”
He just stared at me with eyes that said his soul had been sucked dry, and an early death couldn’t come too soon. I took this as a sign to continue.
“Dal mentioned that you love sexual innuendos, so I want our wedding cake toppers to be of us 69-ing.”
“I also love polo. That does not mean I want to ride down the aisle on a horse.”
He just stared at me. I knew the wedding was hypothetical. His annoyance, however, was very real.
“Right. Because champagne and Advil are too basic.”
“Because you lit your cigar the other way around.” He spluttered out a cough, rotated the cigar, and lit it again.
“Yes, darling.” Oliver puffed on his cigar, squinting at me. “I’m not sure how you could possibly top all these wonderful ideas, but I’m all ears.”
“Briar, you can only fly there through Brisbane, and a flight leaves once a week. Singular. It’s impossible to transport guests there.”
“You can’t spell impossible without the word possible.”
