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cries of pleasure as she tenses and convulses.

Seeing her cheeks flush and her reaction on her face to the pleasure rocking her, sends me over the edge. I want to change positions and slow down but I can’t. I’m too far and she’s too addictive. It takes mere seconds for me to finish, pumping mercilessly into her as I do.

We end in a heap of breath and sweat. Her legs are still around my waist, pinning me there.

“Shower?” I ask as I remove the condom and my pants.

“Okay.” She nods.

I stand as she sits up, and help her off the table. She’s glowing the way she does right after sex. I slide my fingers into hers and pull her to the bathroom.

There’s an unsettling quiet, the post-sex playfulness isn’t there. When we step into the steamy water, I try not to hog it all but she’s so small compared to me, even as tall as she is.

Her stare finds its way to mine. Her eyes widen like she might say something but she doesn’t. She forces a polite smile.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing.” She giggles as I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her as the water pours over my back. “You’re hogging the water.” She slithers from my arms and forces me to the waterless side of the shower. Which is fine, I like watching it cascade down her naked body.

It takes twice as long to shower and get clean since I can’t stop touching her, but there’s a moment in there, when she’s laughing at something I said and I’m smiling because it’s real. She’s being herself again.

This is it.

She is it.

11

Billionaires and babies

Thursday, July 27

Jenny

“So you’re going to the wedding?” Claire whispers into the phone, which is funny because she’s at work and I’m the one whispering and hiding in the powder room, pretending to go to the bathroom.

“Yeah. We’re leaving in like an hour.”

“I can’t believe Sami-fucking-Ford came to the airport and stopped you from leaving. I also can’t believe you’re pregnant with Lawrence Eckelston’s baby. How is any of this real? You need to sell this story and get rich.”

“Oh my God.” I scoff.

“Girl, this is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I know.” I take a deep breath. “I just hope I’m not a complete idiot for staying.”

“Leaving would be the stupid choice. If you leave, I’m with your brother. I’ll rat your ass out so fast you won’t even make it to the airport before Lawrence comes and gets you.” She cackles into the phone.

“Wow. Thanks. Loving the support.”

“Jenny, you dated Ben for three years. The relationship went nowhere. Not a single place. Maybe because he never stopped dating but also because he wasn’t the right person for you. I genuinely think he was intimidated by you. Maybe you and Lawrence are like Yvonne and André. Remember how they met and it was crazy fast and we all were like what?”

“Yeah, that’s not a compliment. They were dating for like two months when they moved in together. Then they were engaged in no time. Who does that?”

“You and Lawrence. You’re on the same timeline. And you know what? Yvonne is our only friend who I think will make it in her marriage. So it is a compliment. And you don’t remember how much you bitched about Ben going so slow and how he didn’t want to move in together or bring the relationship to the next level.”

“Right.” I recall that quite well.

“Well, you don’t get to complain now that it’s reversed and moving too quickly with Lawrence and he’s being too awesome. Stop being a cockblocker of happiness,” Claire offers up some tough love.

“Okay, wow.” I sigh, taking a second to let it all sink in. “That hurt but I think I needed it.”

“Well, how did it feel choosing Vancouver over him?”

“Horrible,” I admit.

“Then that’s your answer. If it felt wrong, it was.” Her common sense is the thing I need. “As soon as that wedding is over, tell him about the baby. Give him a chance.”

“He’s just so young and successful and I’m—”

“Nope!” She is no longer whispering. “You are not doing this pity party nonsense. Yes, he’s a few years younger and crazy rich. But you are successful and beautiful and funny and smart. You’re a two-time gold medal winner for God’s sake. And you were in a band. And before he came along, you were amazing at your creepy-ass job, which by the way I’m so glad you’re not doing anymore. It