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“Now everyone will know…” I pressed the flat of my thumb on her clit, pushing all three fingers deeper into her. “Exactly who you belong to. Let this serve as the reminder you needed,douceur.”
Her cries silenced the beating of my heavy pulse.
She came undone, slamming her hips down onto my fingers and riding me until every last drop of her orgasm dripped down my fingers and pooled on her chair.
It was too much, too enticing, as I leaned down and licked up every last drop from the leather seat, savoring the pure ecstasy of her.
Like I said before, a better man would have walked away.
Watching her come undone before me, I knew I could never be the better man when it came to her.
I’d be the worst fucking man in the world if it meant I got to keep her.
Chapter TwentyTwo
Going to the Junipers for Thanksgiving was like coming home.
We flew to Kansas on Jaxon’s private plane. Neither of us talked about what happened that day in my office, just like our last sexual encounter.
I guess ignorance truly was bliss.
Instead, we fell into a perfect rhythm of working side by side. Jaxon was proving his worth every day. He sat in on every meeting, he helped me understand the basics of trying to run a huge company with a patience that knew no bounds, and he was the first to silence anyone that dared whisper any doubt.
While our work relationship blossomed, our private one was scarce.
Jaxon spent most of his free time running his own business in his office. His brother, who from what I overheard was in Monaco, was relying on Jaxon to pick up the slack for the two of them.
It was any wonder Jaxon wasn’t a walking zombie. I couldn’t remember the last time I saw him sit down to eat a proper meal, let alone drink anything that wasn’t coffee or bourbon.
I didn’t want to be the first one to bring up what had happened between us, not when I still didn’t fully understand what it meant.
He said I washis.
What did he mean?
Our whole relationship was temporary and fleeting, with him being vocal about his lack of interest in anything other than business.
Did he still see us as only business when he curled his fingers inside me, or when he was so obviously blinded by jealousy that he willingly blurred the lines of our relationship?
The more time we spent together, my guard crumbled away.
Every glimpse, every morsel he gave me, weakened my resolve not to form any attachment or feelings for him.
Falling in love with my husband was nothing short of a disastrous mistake.
A light dusting of snow started to fall, covering the streets and roads as we drove the rental car closer to the Junipers’ home.
I always loved spending Thanksgiving with Lola and her family. My own dad, before he got sick, used to come along from time to time. Most of the time, he worked the holidays. He was never big on the holiday traditions, with Christmas being his one exception—only because I forced him not to be a miserable miser.
It was hard to tear myself away this time, given Dad had done nothing but sleep the past couple weeks. Lola said she understood if I wanted to spend the holidays at home with him, but the moment Dad was able to hold his eyes open for longer than five minutes, he commanded that I spend the holidays like I usually did. Business as usual, he stated. He said it was pointless sitting around the house by myself, with Flynn spending Thanksgiving with his university friends and Poppy visiting her own parents.
Lola’s mom and dad always treated me like their own.
Unease wrestled within me.
I was about to walk into my surrogate family home and lie to their faces.
“We should come up with a story,” I said. “They are going to ask a lot of questions, and I don’t want them suspecting anything.”