Josh wrapped his arm around his wife’s shoulders. “Not that secret anymore.”
“We were just about to go for a swim. Everyone, this is Josh. Josh, this is everyone.”
In the pool, Josh got the story of their friendship from the other side. Sylvie explained how the four had bonded over parental disasters. Cathryn interjected to make a clear point that she won the prize for most high-profile family mess. And Amira summed it all up by explaining they had spent their teen years dodging paparazzi around Europe.
It really put his own very brief brush with being TikTok’s main character for a day in perspective.
And once the four friends climbed out to dress for dinner, and Amira’s fiancé Hassan offered Josh a beer, he had a chance to catch his breath.
“Glad you could make it,” Hassan said, holding out his own bottle for a clink.
“Cheers. Thanks.”
“How was the drive?”
“Good. Monica surprised me with a nice set of wheels for the trip.”
“I saw. Pretty sweet.”
Josh grinned. “Yeah.”
“You have anything like that at home?”
He laughed. “Let me tell you about this pickup truck named Betsy.”
32
Much like Monica’sown wedding, Amira’s was fuelled by Prosecco and had a joyous, laughter-tinged soundtrack. Unlike Monica’s, Amira’s was well-attended by friends and family. In addition to her friends who were sharing the villa, the bride had fifty other guests who joined them on Friday night for a casual late night feast, and then again on Saturday for her exchange of vows with Hassan.
By the time Josh carried Monica back to their room, her pretty but totally impractical shoes dangling from his fingertips, she was decidedly tipsy.
“Does this remind you of anything?” she asked as he unzipped her.
“Last night, but fancier?”
She giggled. “I was thinking of our own wedding. It’s the same happy, bubbly feeling.”
“That’s called champagne.”
“Prosecco.”
“Potato.”
“Potah-to.” She twirled around, only wearing her slip now.
He caught her by her hips and smoothed his hands up her thighs, under the scrap of silk. “You, my wife, are drunk.”
“Tipsy.”
“Po—”
She caught his lips with hers and shut him up.
His fingers hooked her thong, then shoved it aside. She was drenched for him. Being happy was such a turn on.
He hummed in pleasure as she rocked against his fingers, then groaned when he sank them into her body.
“Fucking love how hot and tight you,” he growled as he turned them both, so he could sprawl against the headboard.
