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“Fuck,” he growls, his ar out for me to coas”
I shs Ion his chest, and kiss his neck while his fingers entle circles on my back
“Holy crap,” he says “That’s got to be one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever had You took me to the stars there, babe”
“I’ll take that coainst his I’ain, curious as to whether I can stir up another erection and have hiain insidebreaks the relative silence of our beachside boudoir
“Ignore it,” Lennon says
“What if it’s iot to be at this ti,” I reply
Groaning, I roll off hi At least, it wasn’t while I was otherwise engaged Molance at it and roll nore it, as much as I want to
“Hello, Miss Stanfield?” an unfaer here”
“Yes, that’sh about ten different scenarios in my head, each one worse than the last “One second, please”
“Who is it?” Lennon whispers
“It’s the hotel,” I whisper back “Now, shh” Lennon sits up and chuckles, then tries to distract esting I still have some of his come on my lips I frantically wipe my , and he rolls around on the sand, laughing that I fell for it Ha, fucking, ha, I think to ive him a stern scowl He stands and dusts the sand off his ass and retrieves his clothes while I carry on with the call
“I’ you so late, but I’ is in two days I don’t even kno to say this but there’s been a fire in the restaurant, and the kitchen has been daed”
“A fire?” I repeat,This a prank call, right? “Is that you, Rick?” I ask, then the soft wail of sirens I hear in the distance reht have been a joke
“Rick? No, madam My name is Maurice Anyway I’m so sorry, but there won’t be any events in the restaurant for at least the next week Even our pre-Christmas functions have been cancelled,” he adds, as if that matters one jot to e, ork with you—”
“Delaywith tears, and ot Lennon’s i everyone halfway across the world to celebrate with us, your solution is to put off the wedding? Will you pay for everything? Hain? Are you going to cover their expenses, or is your solution that we si, and when Lennon wrestles the phone frorateful for his intervention
I lay back in the sand, coveringmuch more polite and cal? I knoasn’t their fault, but how can he not feel like this whole thing is just one giant mess?
Lennon ends the call and places the phone on the sand next to h, but it’s hysterical laughter
“Why didn’t we just elope,” I say, looking down at the sand “Things would’ve been a hell of a lot easier Noe have to tell everyone the wedding is off” My voice breaks Nothing is going right, and I’m about to lose it
Lennon nods, and I can see his eyebrows creasing in the“We can still do this”