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I drop my head down as pleasure swamps me. “It’s going to be hard not to mess that hair up.” He places an open mouth kiss onto my shoulder. “To not flip you over and watch you.” Another kiss on the other shoulder. “To not hold my hand over your mouth to quiet your scream.” Faster strokes over my clit. “To watch you sink your teeth into your bottom lip when you come.”

He pulls out so that just the tip of his cock is in me, teasing me like that for a few moments, before slamming into me again in one smooth stroke.

“Ledger.” His name is a moan. A plea for more. A rasp of appreciation.

“But I sure as fuck am not going to complain about this view.” Another withdrawal out. “How your pussy stretches around me.” Another push back in. “How it grips me so fucking tight.” A grind of his hips. “The sight of how goddamn wet you are.”

His fingers work faster.

“Do you hear that? How wet I make you?”

His hips move harder.

“Yeah. Right there. There’s that spot that gets you.”

His hand grips tighter.

“I want you to come for me Ash. Don’t hold fucking back.”

Sensations build. Pleasure mounts.

I come in a torrent of sensation. All thoughts are abandoned as my body rides each wave as it hits me. And before I can catch my breath, Ledger’s sharp hiss fills the small bedroom as he empties himself in me.

For a few seconds, it feels like the world stands still. It’s just Ledger and this moment and pleasure. Simple, shameless pleasure.

I jump when his lips meet my neck again, seconds before the warmth of his breath hits my ear as he chuckles. “Welcome to the mile high club.”

The mile-high club was definitely all it’s been cracked up to be.

Then again, it simply might be that it has everything to do with Ledger and nothing to do with the plane.

But here we are. In the city I left in a rush twelve years ago, thinking I’d be back, to never end up returning.

Sounds of the gala carry on behind me. Small talk. Polite laughter. Loud exclamations from people who haven’t seen each other in forever. Praise how divine the canapes are. Thank-yous murmured when champagne glasses are refilled. The lowering of voices before the catty comment.

I turn from the skyline and focus on the lavish party before me. I definitely fit the part with this stunning dress and glam makeover, but while I wait for Ledger to come back from the restroom, I feel a bit out of place.

“Ash Ash Bo Bash. Is that you?” I turn to find someone who looks just like Ledger but most definitely isn’t, seeing as he has a stunning woman on his arm.

“Once a teenager, always a teenager,” the woman says before stepping forward with a warm smile and her hand extended. “Asher, so nice to meet you. I’m Sutton Sharpe. And this brother is Callahan.”

“Hi. Nice to meet you,” I say and then turn toward Callahan with surprise on my face. “You’re the first one to get hitched? Never in a million years would I have guessed that one.”

Callahan gives me a lightning-quick grin before kissing my cheek. “Never in a million years did I think I’d ever see you again. With Ledger no less. The years have been kind to you.” His smile turns genuine. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Nostalgia hits me like I didn’t expect, seeing another Sharpe brother again.

“And truth be told, I was surprised I was the first one too, but this one,” he says, looking adoringly at his wife, “she’s a force to be reckoned with. She got me hook, line, and sinker. I’m a lucky man.”

“You are,” Sutton says unapologetically but then winks at me.

“There she is,” another voice says as Ford joins us on the patio. “It seriously is you, isn’t it?”

“Crazy, huh?” I say, feeling a little more comfortable now that I semi-know some people.

“Completely.” He gives a quick shake of his head as if he’s trying to reconcile the past with the present, much like I am. “Out of all of us, you still chose Ledge?” he teases.

“Hey. I heard that,” Ledger says as he steps beside me, puts his hand on my waist, and pulls me into him.