She arched up under his touch, closing her eyes as he brought her to the edge. He met her lips with his as he lifted her so that she sat astride his knees as he sank into her. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him breathlessly, admiring the way his muscles stood out as he held her tightly to him, and how his hair fell into his eyes, his face slack as he drove himself against her until she came, clinging to him.
“I love you, Owen,” she said against his lips, and he cried out as he lost himself, before lowering them both back onto the mattress.
Emily and Megan won the fight over the nightclub, as Aaron thought the publicity was important. The afternoon was absorbed with preparing to go out, with Megan diving into Emily’s wardrobe with enthusiasm.
“I need my lips done,” she declared when they were dressed. She wore one of Emily’s wigs and pouted her lips. “We could be body doubles, then. Pity I can’t sing.”