cock rocking deeper as I moan louder. “Oh yes,” I cry. “Yes, yes, ohhh.”
He comes inside me as my pussy tightens, pulsing with a heat I’ve never known before. His come fills me up and I hold him tight, and he doesn’t let go. He won’t let go. He is mine and I am his and I don’t want this to end.
I’m scared there’s a shelf life on this kind of happiness. Grady is too good for a girl like me. I’ve been so scared of failing I haven’t even tried.
Until I did.
And God, that’s what got me in this mess.
But it’s also what got Grady in my bed.
I’m scared to tell him the truth because I’m scared he will leave me even if now, with blinders on, he swears he won’t.
If one night is all I get from him… it will have been enough.
We roll on our backs, catching our breath. Smiling, dizzy and blissed out.
I lick my lips. Satisfied.
“What?” Grady asks. “You’re thinking something.”
“I was thinking how you really are one in a melon, Grady.”
“Is that your way of asking for another slice?”
I laugh, rolling on top of him. “It’s my way of saying I love you too.”
Chapter Six
Grady
When we wake up, the first thing I do is roll over to pull Georgie to me — but she isn’t in bed.
“Georgie?” I call out, and when there isn’t an answer, I pull on my pants and look around the apartment. She’s on the balcony, the sliding glass door shut, and she’s crying, talking on her phone. I look at clock on her microwave — it’s eight a.m.
Apparently, she wasn’t exaggerating when she called me here, in trouble. I feel like shit, letting her put off her problems instead of facing them last night.
She catches my eyes and wipes her cheeks before ending her call. She shoves the phone in the pocket of her hoodie and pushes the door open, meeting me back inside.
“So, I guess that was about the trouble you’re in?”
She nods, biting her bottom lip. Tears well up in her eyes again. She turns away, walks into the kitchen, and brings me a cup of coffee she’s brewed.
“What’s going on?” I ask, taking her hand and leading her to the couch. I set the mug on the coffee table. “I need to apologize before you start, though. Georgie, I shouldn’t have had you put off your problems for another day. Forgive me.”
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “It wouldn’t have changed anything. And I needed last night more than I’ve ever needed anything.”
“Can you start at the beginning?”
She nods. “I didn’t realize what it was until it got out of hand. Until it was too late. I just wanted to hang out with Karen, I hadn’t seen her since high school… She’d invite me out, and I was so taken by her. I thought she was so cool because she would get invites to all these exclusive events.”
“What would you guys do?”
“We’d get dressed up in her designer clothes and go to clubs or parties and make new friends quickly. Or so I thought… turns out that to Karen, they were potential passengers who seemed like they might want to make a buck or two. Or twelve grand.”
My eyes widen. “Twelve grand? And what do you mean, passengers?”
Georgie sighs. “After a month of going out with her, I started asking questions. Why did she want so many people’s phone numbers? So a few days ago, Karen caved and told me about the game she was playing. It’s called the airplane game, and she was the pilot. She needed eight passengers to buy a thousand-dollar ticket on her metaphorical plane. She’d been doing it for years, apparently. She started as a passenger herself but she’s worked her way up and she already has four flight attendants and two co-pilots below her. She just needed those eight passengers to cash out.”
I nod, trying to follow. “So it was a pyramid?”
Georgie nods slowly. “A pyramid scheme.”
“And you played?” I ask, trying to figure out how involved she is in all of this.
“I didn’t play, not once,” she says quickly. “The buy-in is a thousand dollars. So when all twelve people are on a ‘plane,’ the pilot gets all the money from the ‘tickets’ and the two co-pilots are promoted to pilots on their own planes, and so on.”
“Why didn’t you turn her in to the cops when you found out what she was really up to?” I keep my