‘You have no idea how happy I am.’ He smirks, eyes darkening in a distinctly predatory manner.
I grind myself against the bulge beneath me. ‘Ah, I think I have some idea.’
Our lips crash together, teeth scraping like the first time as we urgently claw each other’s clothing. Through the grinding and panting, I pause long enough to ask a question I can’t get out of my mind.
‘Did you use that song? Is it one from your album?’
His tongue dips to my collarbone, fingers wrestling with the top button of my blouse.
‘Yes.’
Fervent hungry kissing resumes until another question pops into my head.
‘What did you call it?’
A thunderous rap strikes the door of the penthouse, causing both of us to jump as though we’re still sneaking around like naughty teenagers.
‘Who’s that?’ I straighten my shirt.
Ryan shrugs, but I can tell from the glint in his eye he’s suppressing a smile. ‘Open it and find out.’
‘Is there something wrong with your legs, all of a sudden?’ I nudge him in the ribs.
‘Only that I have a third one.’ He thrusts upwards and I snort, reluctantly sliding from his lap.
This better be good. Nothing less will justify the interruption.
Striding across the carpet, I fling open the door, ready to give Pierce, Frankie, or whoever else, hell for the interruption.
Instead an actual whoop escapes my mouth and I throw myself at the only other person I’m desperate to hug.
Chloe.
Tanned, gorgeous and laden with bags, she returns my embrace, before stepping back to eye me from head to toe.
‘You’ve got that “getting-loads-of-sex-multiple-times-daily” glow about you.’
‘What are you doing here?’ I drag her into Ryan’s living quarters before she can disappear from my sight.
Her mouth parts in a wide grin, flashing brilliant white teeth. ‘I’m your fairy fucking godmother, sweetheart. You’re going to Vegas, baby.’
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
RYAN
14thDecember
A private jet propels us through the night sky.
‘Thank you for organising this with Chloe,’ Sasha says, glancing at me from under thick long eyelashes as though she’s suddenly shy.
The flight attendant hands us each a glass of amber whiskey before nodding and exiting the cabin, leaving us entirely alone.
‘I told you I wouldn’t leave you. Perhaps next time, you’ll believe me.’
Intelligent green eyes gaze over the rim of the crystal tumbler she grips between her fingers. Staring thoughtfully around the camel-coloured plush leather interior, she asks, ‘What’s it like?’
‘What’s what like?’
