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‘I’ll die if you don’t,’ he pleaded.

And because I wanted to do exactly that, I gripped his face and kissed him deep and hard, not once losing my rhythm. We both groaned, the double pleasure of tongues stroking and his cock sliding in and out of me almost too magnificent to endure.

A keening sound rumbled from his chest and he tore his mouth from mine. ‘Savvie, I can’t hold on much longer,’ he hissed, one hand leaving my hip to tug off the nipple pasties before he sucked one nipple into his mouth.

Teeth and tongue tortured the nub, dragging me to the same peak where he hovered. Our pelvises ground together. Coordination took a back seat and sweat filmed our bodies. My scream was right behind his loud shout as the bough broke and our bodies twisted and convulsed through a climax so intense, all I could do was collapse onto him in a boneless heap and attempt not to pass out.

Attempt not to think about what I would do without this. Without Bryce.

What my future would look like a month from now.

Because I had a wild feeling this breathlessness I was experiencing now would be ten times worse. And it would have nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the man I wanted more than I wanted my next breath.

CHAPTER NINE

Savvie

THEWEEKPASSEDin a blur of setting up the store, meetings with stylists, photographers and event coordinators to fine-tune the schedule for the pre-launch, launch and after-party.

Then on Thursday came the part I liked the least—magazine and media interviews to generate buzz about the launch and collection. Even before the second one started, my hackles were well and truly ruffled. It was all I could do not to snap when the inevitable questions about Dan and my divorce came up. Instead I dug deep and delivered the usual rehearsed answers:

Yes, it was a difficult time but it’s behind me now. My work is my only focus.

No, we don’t keep in touch and he has no input on my collection.

No, there’s no significant other in my life. Work is my only focus.

The pang that accompanied that last pat statement dug deeper with every delivery, the confirmation that this thing with Bryce was assuming a larger meaning in my life harder to dismiss.

Since Sunday, I’d seen him every day, although our interactions had been short. He had his own hands full getting The Sylph ready for the official opening. But he’d stoppedby just as I was wrapping up last night. And things had got hot and heavy in the merchandising room. Although part of me was grateful for the distraction of work, the chasm opening up inside me warned the crash would be that much harder to bear.

A throat cleared and I realised the interviewer had asked another question.

Focus, Savvie.

Thankfully, she switched from personal to the subject I loved. My collection. Ending the interview on a high, I smiled when my phone buzzed with a text from Bryce.

How’s your day going?

Now that I’m done with interviews...brilliantly. Hey, I have a question.

Shoot.

Is there a dress code for tomorrow night?

Pointless question. You’d look magnificent in a shroud. A special gift headed your way. You’ll need to sign for it but I recommend opening it in private.

I couldn’t help the grin that split my face.

Okay. But, seriously, I need a direction about tomorrow.

One of those flared dresses I can slide my hand under when no one’s looking will work for me.

Aha, so we’re going to be in company?

Yes. And that’s all you’re getting.

Bet I can make you give me more...

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