Page 79 of All The Way Under
I look down as I pull out and immediately regret the hot load I just put in her.
“This is going to leak down your legs all night.”
“Maybe that was the point,” Saylor says.
I wrinkle my nose. “We haven’t had sex in a couple of days, so there was…a lot,” I explain, trying to be tactful.
She looks at me with big eyes, wet lips, and absolute reverence.
“I’m trying to say those beautiful gold shoes are going to be slippery when wet.”
Saylor reaches between her lips and slips two slim fingers inside. My whole body tenses. The sight makes me frenzied. A shark circling blood. I bite back the desperation because I know we’re on a timeline. She pulls her fingers out, and some of my cum is dripping down her fingers onto her palm. She licks it up, then licks her lips, without tearing her gaze from mine.
“You’re really just torturing me now.”
She shakes her head. “No, I’m just trying to solve the problem you pointed out.”
My heart pounds against my ribcage. “I love you too,” I say. “In case I forgot to respond while I was distracted.”
Saylor slips her dress on and picks up her purse that was on the floor, and I dress quickly.
When we exit, Angie has a knowing look on her face as she loads another silver tray with flutes. This tray has Aperol Spritzes as well as champagne. The people in the other room are going to be loaded, and I’m fearful about keeping myself in check if someone says something inappropriate.
Saylor stops in the powder room to freshen up and put on lipstick. I adjust my bars and make sure my trident pin on my lapel is straight in the mirror when she’s finished. I’m vaguely aware that both of our phones are buzzing, but there’s no time to check them.
I hold the door open for Saylor. She straightens her shoulders, and I watch, curiously, as her face changes, a mask covering who she really is. The smile is not quite right, the stance a little prouder, eyes completely blank of any emotion.
She enters the room, and unfortunately, this is a moment the room has been waiting for. There are about seventy-five people in here, and conversation is buzzing along with the music. Even if there’s not a spotlight, it feels like there is. I crook my arm, walking up next to her, and she links her arm with mine. We don’t speak as we begin walking through the crowd.
I hear our names as the crowd parts to allow us through. I spot Mark right away. I also spot the other exit point because it’s flanked by guards. My brain doesn’t allow me to process this situation. I’m on alert. It’s the only way I can keep my heart rate down. Treat this like work.
We run into Bitsy first. She hands Saylor a spritz.
“Nice to see you again. Especially looking like that,” Bitsy says, nodding her head to me.
“Thank you, ma’am,” I reply. “Thank you for the tea leaves,” I say.
After she realized our shared hobby, she had some sent over from her house. I spoke with her earlier today as they were setting up for the party at depth about many things. Saylor said to be careful, but she just seems like a horny old lady who likes tea—and men half her age.
“Oh, you’re welcome,” she says.
Her red lipstick is smeared on her front teeth.
“Saylor, darling, there’s a surprise for you in a little bit,” she adds.
Her tone changes completely when she speaks to Saylor.
Bitsy grins, takes a drink off a silver tray, and heads into the crowd to bid on the auction pieces from Bronwyn’s gallery.
“I think my dad went rogue and bought me another sailboat. I told him not to,” Saylor says, leaning toward me to speak so no one else hears. “I’m not ready for that yet, and I wanted to buy it for myself.”
I wrap my arm around her. “He feels bad. Just because you have a boat doesn’t mean you have to sail it around the world. You could just trick it out with all your projects and take small sails to test things out.”
“You’re going to sail with me? Help me with all the projects? Even though you said, what did you call it, afucking dreadful pastime?” Saylor raises one brow. “Did I get that right?”
I exhale, stifling a laugh. “We are giving each other grace for the things we said while in a cage. That’s what we decided.”
“Fine, fine, but you were definitely meaner.”
