Allie collapsed onto her forearms and clutched the duvet. She was close again, he could tell. “Don’t…stop…or I’ll…kill…you.” When she came this time, she leaned her forehead against the bed and moaned.

He didn’t stop. Her pussy clenched around his cock, milking it. His fingers bit into her hip as he came.

***

Allie lay beside Trevor, stretched out on her stomach, and tried to catch her breath. Dear Lord, that man knew what he was doing. He’d pushed her to the brink and brought her back too many times to count.

She’d never felt this satisfied, this fulfilled after sex. Of course, she’d never been in love before either.

He reached out and stroked her ass in lazy circles, occasionally kneading it. “I came through, gave you two orgasms.”

“Sorry, English, they only count when they’re together. These were separate, so…”

He raised his head to glower. “You said two orgasms. You didn’t specify they had to be together.”

She yawned and patted her mouth. “Didn’t think I needed to spell it out for you.”

He grunted. “I’m tossing out a yellow card on that.”

She laughed. “I don’t even know what that means.”

They didn’t speak but lay in companionable silence for a while. Eventually, Allie rolled on her side and faced him.

“What am I supposed to do?”

He gave her a sleepy smile. “Begin by stroking, then use your mouth. It may take me a few minutes, but I’ll be up to the task again in no time.”

She slapped his chest. Laughing, he caught her hand and held it against him.

“I mean about Monica.”

“Back to that, are we? What can you do, love? You know if you try to talk her out of it, she’ll just run back to him that much quicker.”

“Would you talk to her? She might listen to you.”

He slid her a look. “No, absolutely not.”

“You’re right.” She sighed dramatically and peered up at him through her lashes. “It was wrong to ask.”

Trevor laughed again. “Sorry, darling, that doesn’t work on me.”

She leaned toward him and bit his shoulder. “Okay, so tell me what to do. I have to do something. I have to fix this.”

“Why?”

“Because,” she said, sitting up, “she’s my sister. She’s my responsibility.”

Blowing out a breath, he took a strand of her hair and wound it around his finger. “Actually, she’s not.” When she opened her mouth to argue, he shushed her. “Listen to me. You’re not her mother, you’re not her father. What choices and decisions she makes are hers alone.”

“So what’s the alternative? Just let her come and go whenever they have a fight? Just let her continue to make stupid mistakes?”

“Again, love, what choice do you have?”

She frowned. “None, I guess.”

But it was frustrating. She wanted to rescue her sister, give her guidance.

Trevor reached around and swatted her butt.

She blinked up at him. “What was that for?”

“You’re thinking about your sister again. When we’re in bed, I’d appreciate your undivided attention.” He rolled her beneath him and claimed her mouth with his own.

***

The next three weeks flew by in a flurry of shopping, cake tasting, and picking out exotic and overpriced flowers. Oh, and having insane amounts of sex with Trevor.

Allie couldn’t quite keep the smile off her face. Even Brynn noticed. “You seem happy,” she said one afternoon after Allie picked her up from school.

“Things are going well. With the job, I mean.”

Brynn rolled her eyes. “The job, right. It has nothing to do with Trevor?”

“Nope.”

“I’d believe you if I didn’t see the same expression on Dad’s face.”

Allie’s smile disappeared. “Everything okay with you and Dad?” She hadn’t spoken to him since the night she drove Brynn home from Trevor’s house. It still felt strange and wrong, not living at home, not talking to her dad. But she couldn’t bring herself to call him.

“Ms. Castor’s okay, if that’s what you’re asking. She made dinner last night.”

“How was that?”

Brynn shrugged. “Weird. Not the dinner, that was meatloaf, but her being in the house was kind of awkward. She’s trying really hard.”

“Do you like her?” Allie asked.

“She’s okay.” Brynn stared out the passenger window for a minute. “Are you ever going to talk to Dad again?”

“Of course, don’t be silly.” But not right now, the pain was still too sharp. She felt betrayed, used even. It wasn’t right to feel that way, but she couldn’t help it. She’d given up five years of her life for her family, and he didn’t give a damn. She braked at a stop sign and closed her eyes, unable to shake the hurt feelings.

She wasn’t ready to talk to him. Not that he seemed eager to speak to Allie either. No, this was a two-way freeze out, and right now, she didn’t want to be the first one to thaw.

She didn’t speak again until she pulled through the mansion’s gate, waving at Carl as she passed the guard house. “Mrs. Hubert said you could help her make the tea today.”

“I love decorating those cakes.” Brynn opened the door and hopped out.

Every afternoon, Trevor took tea with Allie and Brynn in the conservatory. Sometimes Mags would join them. Brynn liked helping in the kitchen and had started making a little cake decorated with Trevor’s initials. After a couple hours at the mansion, Allie would drive Brynn home before dinner but never went inside the house.

Besides the fight with her father, Allie’s other worry was Monica. She hadn’t talked to her sister since she and Brad left the mansion that night. Allie called twice and left messages, but didn’t hound Monica like she had in the past. She worried about the lawyer and whether Mon was going to school. But Trevor was right, there was nothing she could do.

For his part, Trevor seemed more at ease than he had before. Even around his parents. Not that he wasn’t above making snarky comments. But there was a relaxed atmosphere around the house and Trevor seemed almost content.

After dinner each night, Allie didn’t know what Nigel and Mags got up to, but she and Trevor would politely excuse themselves, take a walk in the fairy-lit garden, and, when they couldn’t stand it anymore, run up to Allie’s room. They’d tear at each other’s clothes and screw like crazy for the rest of the night.

Trevor had her talking like a sailor, trying new positions, and she had even picked up a couple sex toys from the shop Mags had dragged her into. She’d never planned on using the furry, leopard-print handcuffs or the bright purple vibrator. But Trevor found them and put them to good use.

He spent each night in her bed, curled around her. His deep, even breaths lulled her to sleep. At least once in the middle of the night, Trevor would reach for her. He’d wake her with his talented fingers drifting across her breasts, her belly, her legs, before slipping them inside her. Then, he’d turn her on her side and, while nuzzling her neck, slide into her while he toyed with her nipples. It was addictive.

She didn’t know how long it would last, but she didn’t dwell on that. She’d pushed aside all thoughts of her temporary situation with Trevor and decided to enjoy the time she had with him, to live in the moment. It was hard for her to do, but she was trying.

***

Three weeks. He’d been sleeping next to Allison for three weeks and he felt… What? Content? Yes, that was it. He’d even picked up an annoying habit of humming. His attorney even commented on it.

“What’s up with you?” Alex asked. “Did you make another million or something?”

“Probably.”

“And why are we meeting on the terrace?” Alex glanced around the garden. “We’ve met out here four times in the past few weeks.” He reached for the sweating glass of iced tea. “Is this because of the girl you introduced me to? Allie, was it?”

Trevor raised a brow. “What makes you say that?”

Alex smirked. “That shit-eating grin you’re wearing? That’s what love looks like, my friend.”