Twelve-Day Lover (Thirtyish And Single) - Page 47

And it wasn't as if she had been dishonest about her intentions from the start. Their contract had been fucking clear about her intentions: she wanted to be good at fucking...so she could fuck her way into another man's heart.

The only thing she had never admitted to was how that man had always been Philippe DeRose, and fuck, fuck, fuck, just the thought...the fucking thought of Fleur being with deRose—-

He heard Fleur whimper as he yanked out of her without warning, but only to flip her around so he could penetrate her more fully from behind, his cock driving violently deep into the tight, moist walls of her cunt.

He hammered into her, his every thrust rough and forceful while his hands found her breasts and began squeezing them and pinching her nipples in perfect rhythm. He heard her sob his name out, and the sound was bittersweet.

How, dammit?

How could she fucking cry his name out like that and yet still want to belong to another man?

FLEUR'S ENTIRE BODY was aching because of the very best of reasons by the time she and Julian boarded his private jet.

This time, the entire Grachyov clan had decided to tag along: Freddie and Sergei had with them their young son Avrey and his nanny, and then there was also the middle brother Mischa, the youngest brother Vassi and his girlfriend Seri, who also happened to be the Grachyovs' foster sister.

Last but not the least, there was also the family's handsome patriarch himself, Fyodor Grachyov, a forty-something pugilist-turned-entrepreneur who, having been divorced from his wife for decades, had since been consistently voted by the Internet as one of the world's hottest DILF.

Fyodor's presence was something Fleur just could not let go without a selfie, and which she had then promptly posted to the official PR account of the family business.

Lunch was served aboard by Julian's in-flight private chef, and with an entire family of guests to entertain, Fleur waited until some of the men had Julian properly distracted before quickly taking Stephen and Freddie straight down to the galley.

After whipping the privacy curtain close, Fleur excitedly told them her plans for dinner, and while both lawyers good-naturedly agreed to play their parts...

The moment they rejoined the other guests, Stephen and Freddie immediately noticed the way Julian had sent a swift, hard look in their direction.

Poor Fleur, Stephen thought in amusement. Julian was more the type to take pleasure in bursting people's bubbles than having others burst his, even if it was only to surprise him with a marriage proposal.

Freddie, meanwhile, had decided to seek refuge in her husband's company. Because Sergei was still jealous of Julian, her husband would never allow the other man to speak to her in private. And just to be really, really sure that Julian would have the hardest time possible in prying her away—-

Sergei was puzzled but amused when his wife scooped Avrey off his lap so she could take their son's place while lowering Avrey on her lap.

"What's this about?"

"I'll tell you later," Freddie whispered into his ear. "But in the meantime, can you help me avoid Julian until dinner?"

Since Sergei could still easily and vividly recall the few times Julian's friendship with his wife had once given him a major headache, he had no trouble giving Fredericka his solemn promise that yes, he would absolutely help her avoid a Russian billionaire whom Sergei had always thought was too handsome for his own good.

It was not that he distrusted either Julian or Fredericka, but all the same, Sergei would still prefer Julian safely married to his Dutch heiress, and the sooner, the better, too.

FLEUR WAS LOOKING OUT the window as the jet cruised smoothly down the runway until eventually coming into a stop. Jackson Hole was still a picture-perfect winter paradise, and she felt giddy once again when she thought of how a new chapter in her life would soon begin - oh my God!

Fleur quickly yanked the window cover down even though it was against regulations. For tonight's special occasion, she had ordered a huge edible artpiece that spelled #JULIANxFLEUR with a mix of intricately designed gingerbread cookies in the shape of Santa hats, snowflakes, pine trees, Christmas stockings, and of course gingerbread men and women holding hands.

While she loved that her favorite chef was able to deliver promptly even at short notice,why did it have to be at the airport the very same time they had arrived?

Fleur was hoping Julian hadn't noticed anything amiss, but the moment she turned to face him, he was already asking curiously, "What's outside?"

In her nervousness, Fleur nearly blurted out the truth. "F—-" But then she caught herself in time, and quickly threw out the first safe word that came to her mind, and that was—-

"Clowns?"

Julian stared at her hard. "Clowns? In Jackson Hole?"

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