I am completely spent. My limbs fall around his heaving body as he pants against my neck. In between each gasp for air, he kisses the delicate flesh. I have never felt so cherished in my life, and I can’t help but truly be happy. Of course, I have been happy over the years, on occasion. College graduation, my first real job, climbing the corporate ladder, but nothing on such a personal level. It will take some getting used to, but I love the feeling.
Levi’s arms wrap tight around my body, and he rolls me onto my side. His semi-hard dick is still snug inside me. There’s no cleaning up, and there’s not an inch of space between our exhausted bodies. Just like that, we drift off to sleep.
The next week flies by in a flash. We split up the corporate responsibilities and the massive amount of problems at our London office slowly fade into a thing of the past. Today, Wednesday, is our last full day in London. We’ve been here a full week, and I can’t tell you how ready I am to get back to my penthouse in the city. Star has been quiet, eerily quiet for her. But at the mention of Evan days ago, again, I knew it wouldn’t be long until I was on radio silence again. Deep down inside me, I knew my source of dislike for Evan is solely rooted in jealousy. A jealousy that’s unfounded; the reality is that Star and I will never have a happily ever after, if those even exist. What we have is purely sexual. Yeah, we grew up together, and leaned on each other. We will always have our fucked up bond of sisterhood. But the fact of the matter is that we both love men way too much.
Each night, I’ve slept snugly in Levi’s arms, after we’ve made love for hours. Or just fucked. Flat out, hardcore, dirty, sexy, no holds barred sex. I have given up a tiny bit of my need for control in the bedroom, and the simple act of him bossing me around has gotten me off harder than ever before. This week, it’s been earth shattering. I almost wish we could stay in the comfortable privacy of our swanky London suite. I may never admit this to anyone else, but I’m afraid of what will happen when we return to New York tomorrow, since we haven’t discussed life back in the real world at all. My need for control and dominance is killing me, but I am simply trying to be laid back for once in my fucking life and roll with the punches.
Yeah, Seven Fucking James, rolling with the punches. Isn’t that one fucking hysterical? I think so, too!
“Almost ready to get out of here?” Levi asks from the doorway of the closet office we’ve been sharing all week. “I have dinner reservations for us at seven.” He smiles at me, and all the worry is gone. I hate him for being so reassuring sometimes.
“Where are we going for dinner?” I know I shouldn’t question, because he has been sneaking around with this last night surprise all week, but I can’t help but wonder what he has up his sleeve this time. Last time I ended up on an oversized Ferris wheel. I am sure whatever he has planned will send me into another anxiety-driven panic attack. Maybe bungee jumping? Sky diving?
“I booked one of those small private boats on the Thames. Do you have any objections to the water, Miss James?” For once, he actually spills the beans. I think I may have a damn heart attack!
“Absolutely not, Mr. Parker. I actually wanted to go for a ride on one this week, but this hell hole has had us so busy, I’d given up.”
CHAPTER 9
Our plane lands at JFK sometime around nine-thirty at night. After making it through the usual customs bullshit, Levi and I make our way to a limo waiting at the curb. Clyde is off until tomorrow officially.
I set my bags down on the curb and turn to Levi. We both have the same lingering question between us. What now?
“I have to go back to my penthouse. I have no idea what kind of condition Star left it in while I’ve been gone.”
I know I should go wherever he wants, but the truth is, the last time I left Star alone in my penthouse, I came back to a fucking disaster. I’m a little worried about the condition this time around.
“That’s fine. I’ll come along, as long as you show me your real bedroom this time.” He jokes, thinking back to our first night together. I could totally have some fun with that toy closet tonight.
I laugh and joke back, “You’re pushing it now, Mr. Parker. First, my bedroom, then you are going to want to move in!” Not that it doesn’t sound like a great idea; on second thought, it scares the shit out of me. FUCK! Why am I even thinking about any of this fucking nonsense! So much for playing it cool, Seven!
His eyebrow raises, and his face grows serious.
“Oh, that is something I plan on taking about, and soon.”
I want to laugh, but I don’t think he’s joking. The limo driver takes our suitcases and shoves them into the trunk, and I give him my address. We simultaneously scroll through our phones, catching up on anything we missed while we decided to nap during our flight across the Atlantic. A moment later I hear Levi talking quietly; I ignore it as much as I can, being in an enclosed space together. I have an email from human resources, requesting a meeting tomorrow morning upon my return to the office. I reply and schedule for bright and early.
I hope this is regarding the resignation from Daniel, but my life never works that easily. The limo comes to a stop in front of my penthouse, and we both head for the lobby without waiting for our bags. “Jesse, can you send those up?” I ask the trusty night guard as I head into the elevator. Levi follows closely behind, still engaged in his phone conversation.
“I’m in an elevator. I’m going to lose you. We will continue this in the morning.” He disconnects the line, shoving the phone into his jacket pocket.
“Everything okay?”
He shrugs. “Ex-wife. That was the lawyer.”
The elevator chimes and the door opens into my foyer. I stop dead in my tracks when I hear moans echoing through my house. I look at Levi, and he looks back at me, equally stunned. I just spent fucking six hours on a plane, and this is what I come home to?
The screams get louder, and I’d know the voice anywhere. Star.
“That woman is Star; the man is to be determined.” I stomp down the hallway heading directly for my playroom. “Un-fucking-believable,” I mumble under my breath.
I stop at the door, looking back at Levi, before we both burst through the door at the same time. Spread across the large bed is Star, with not one, but two men fucking her. One man I recognize immediately. Stuffy Evan who pitched a fucking fit when I would fuck Star. The other man I don’t recognize.
“What the fuck, Star?”
All three heads snap in our direction. That’s when I immediately know who he is. The second man. One of the two men in the entire world whom I can say I truly fucking hate. My brother, Blue. And the worst part of it all? He is still fucking her as if I’m not standing here, in my fucking penthouse, where none of them are welcome anymore. How could she think this would be okay?
“I’m sorry, Seven. I didn’t know you were back yet.” Because that makes it okay.
She pushes Blue away, and he falls back onto the bed. My fucking brother. Is naked. On the bed I use to fuck. I want to vomit everywhere, but I somehow contain it within my own mouth.
“All of you… get the FUCK out of my home. You are NOT welcome here.” I look Star in the eye, and press my lips together. “And YOU! I am done with you. All these years later and you do this. Again! You are DEAD to me! Do you fucking hear me? DEAD!”