Mag-log in"That’s not what I asked you, Sienna."I shut the door behind me and step close to her. I want her to feel the weight of me in the room. To watch her face shift from panic to pure embarrassment as I get into her space. I catch the scent coming off her body, it smells like some candy I used to eat when I was a kid, but I can’t remember the name of it."What are you doing in my room... wearing my shirt... standing in front of my mirror? And especially at this hour of the night."Her hands fumble with the fabric. She’s looking sideways, doing everything she can to not catch my gaze."Cairo, I... I was just.""You were just what, Sienna? Sneaking around?" I ask, towering over her while she tries to drag herself away from me. “Trying to wear my shirt like it’s five years ago? Trying to see how much of my life you can possess before you get your shit out of my house?"She finally finds the courage to look at me. "How can you say something like that?"I place my hand on the wall, caging he
My head is totally forgotten against the car window while we roll through the gates of Summerlin. I pulled Leo off a vacation he's on just to give me a 3D of this ring. But my house is a war zone now, and I don’t even have a fucking gun.Mom and Sienna are bonding right under my nose. My mind hasn't been able to digest that fact. It’s like they’ve all formed one happy family of three, willing to fight for each other against me. There has to be some kind of spell she’s using.The car stops in front of a ridiculous fortress made of glass and stone. Alec opens my door with that blank face he does so well, like watching his boss slowly implode is just another business Monday.I get out and look around. Haven't been here since I was twenty-three, when my dad dragged me along to pick out a diamond that would make my mom forget he missed their anniversary celebration. Leo’s already walking toward the gate, looking annoyingly fresh in a white shirt and shorts; the glass in his left hand i
~~~CAIRO~~~ FOUR DAYS LATER}I drag my cuffs, trying to get the damn things to sit straight. I’ve got to get to Summerlin and meet Leo before the flight to South Africa tomorrow. The man tried to send me a digital render of the ring he’s been crafting for Diana, but I said no. I need to see it myself. If that ring doesn't leave me in absolute awe, the kind of awe, that takes the oxygen out of my lungs and drops me to my feet the second I look at it, then he’s going back to the drawing board. Diana doesn't get "good enough." She gets the best.My mind travels back to the last seventy-two hours with her, and I can't help but smile like a fool. The last three days in California were the only time I felt like I was home. We were in my mom's kitchen in California. She was laughing freely, trying to teach me how to flip a grilled cheese without dropping it on the floor. And I just had to end up tossing the whole spatula in the sink and kissing her against the counter until she forgot
~~~DIANA~~~My body feels like it's floating somewhere far away from my brain. Literally.My legs are still getting the aftershock spasms every few seconds, clenching around the sweet and agonizing emptiness Cairo's dick left inside me. I can feel his cum still dripping out of me, drenching my shorts and running against his pants.It's messy and uncomfortable, but I don't want to move. I don't want to break whatever this is between us.His arms are still around me and his fingers are drawing dreamy circles on the skin of my back. The windows are fogged up from the mind-bending steamy session we just had. His hair is messy from all the wreck we just did to each other.He's watching me with those sleepy grey eyes, waiting for me to finally ask my question.I finally take a deep breath. "What happens now? With her, I mean. With Sienna."He goes quiet for a second, his jaw clenching as he stares at the fogged-up glass. "Don't have a road map for that yet, Diana. I’m still trying to pro
~~~CAIRO~~~Diana doesn’t make me wait.She grabs my face with both hands and smashes her lips into mine.It's so damn messed up, desperate, and wet. Her tongue rides on mine like she’s trying to claim me.The weight of the last four days of hell evaporates the second she tastes like home. It’s a violent relief, a soul-deep anchor that stops the spinning in my head and reminds me exactly why I’d cross any line just to keep her with me. I groan into her mouth, tasting gloss from her and a sweet flavor I don't know the name of.Every kiss of her lips reminds me my fancy bed in Vegas means nothing against a stuffed car space, as long as I'm with her.My hands grip her ass, fingers sliding into the soft satin of her little shorts.I reach up and switch off the interior light. The car goes darker, only the orange glow from the streetlights outside lighting up pieces of her face and body.Good. I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine.She’s straddling me, those soft thighs spread wide over
I don't give him a response, but my heart's aching to scream. Say something, Cairo. Just say anything. Tell me why you just left me. Tell me I'm not crazy for feeling this way. Tell me I'm yours and I'll be fine."What are you doing here, Cairo?" I ask, my voice cold as death. "You should go back to your family. I'm sure they need you there. Or maybe your daughter's mom needs—"I'm still talking, without even realizing he's already in front of me. His arms circle me and he pulls me against his chest. He lifts me clean off the ground like I'm weightless, and he starts spinning me in circles, like we're a happy, newlywed couple having the most beautiful night of their lives.I'm literally still gasping from the shock. My arms are already grabbing his hair; I don't even know when I did that. His body feels so warm and solid against mine. I can feel the hard bulge of his erection against my stomach through our clothes. It's thick, relentless. His scent, that deep, intoxicating mix of







