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cuddled up to her back, draping an arm around her waist and feeling inexplicable contentment. She moved against him. "Mmm," she sighed. "Joel?"
There was a flash of anger until he heard her snickering. He hit her with a pillow. Laughing, she hit him back with her own pillow, over and over until she'd wrestled him to his back, straddling his hips. It was dark in the room, but shafts of moonlight illuminated the angles of her face. He could see she was smiling, her hair falling out of a loose braid. She had on panties and nothing else.
"What are you doing, sneaking into my bed while I'm sleeping?" she asked, leaning on him with her palms pressed to his chest.
"I wanted to be with you, Addison. Don't let me fuck this up, okay? Smack me or something next time I start to say something upsetting."
"It's my fault," she said. "I shouldn't take all of this so seriously. It's just a week, right? It should be fun."
For some reason, this stung a little. But he agreed with her. "Yes. Fun."
"Then," she said, with a kiss to his chest, "let's have fun." She trailed the tips of her breasts over his stomach, and from there on out, he stopped thinking altogether.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next day, after spending the morning making love then gorging on a breakfast of fresh fruit, yogurt, and whole grain muffins, they drove down the mountain to a winery. There was an open house and wine tasting. Addy didn't mind. She'd been to hundreds of wine tastings with her parents.
She knew how to taste, what comments to make. She actually liked wine. She just didn't have quite the enthusiasm to make a hobby out of it. Still, Greyson had obviously done this a few times before, and she wanted to match his level of sophistication. So she went along with it. If nothing else, it was thrilling being by his side in public.
He'd claimed, before coming on this trip, that no one here knew him. However, he knew the owners of the winery and a few of the other guests. Apparently he vacationed here quite frequently. He introduced her as his friend, Addison Hart, while he kept his arm around her shoulders and made soft, back-and-forth strokes with his thumb. She trusted these people must have no connections to their friends back home. His risk was greater than hers, after all, so even if he cared nothing for her consequences, he'd certainly not risk his own career.
The owners had set tables out on the lawn, and an older couple invited them to sit. Addy let Grey lead her to the table then laughed when he pulled her onto his lap, nearly spilling her wine. She sat and sipped with his hand on her hip as he visited with the couple.
The sun warmed them gently so that she didn't realize how hot it was becoming until she realized her dress was sticking to the backs of her legs. They lunched before touring the vineyard. All of it would have been terribly boring for Addy had she not had Grey's hands on her nearly constantly.
On the way back to the cabin that afternoon, they drove through town, the green mountains rising around them. She saw something ahead…a tower of some sort. "What's that?" she asked.
Grey leaned forward and squinted through his glasses. "Water park."
Well, she wouldn't know anything about water parks. They'd looked like fun on television, but she'd never been.
"I've never been to a water park," he muttered.
"Me neither."
He looked at her. "Really?"
"Yes," she laughed. "You've never been, why are you surprised that I've never been?"
He shrugged. "I guess I just thought I was the only kid who never got to go to one. Got invited, once, for a friend's birthday. But my parents wouldn't let me go."
"Same thing happened to me. They didn't want to sit around a bunch of people who weren't from their country club. I've heard all they have to eat at water parks is hot dogs and nachos and stuff, and I'm sure that was one of the reasons my parents wouldn't go."
"Have you ever had a hot dog?"
"Yes. Have you?"
"No."
"Well, you were rich in
There was a flash of anger until he heard her snickering. He hit her with a pillow. Laughing, she hit him back with her own pillow, over and over until she'd wrestled him to his back, straddling his hips. It was dark in the room, but shafts of moonlight illuminated the angles of her face. He could see she was smiling, her hair falling out of a loose braid. She had on panties and nothing else.
"What are you doing, sneaking into my bed while I'm sleeping?" she asked, leaning on him with her palms pressed to his chest.
"I wanted to be with you, Addison. Don't let me fuck this up, okay? Smack me or something next time I start to say something upsetting."
"It's my fault," she said. "I shouldn't take all of this so seriously. It's just a week, right? It should be fun."
For some reason, this stung a little. But he agreed with her. "Yes. Fun."
"Then," she said, with a kiss to his chest, "let's have fun." She trailed the tips of her breasts over his stomach, and from there on out, he stopped thinking altogether.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The next day, after spending the morning making love then gorging on a breakfast of fresh fruit, yogurt, and whole grain muffins, they drove down the mountain to a winery. There was an open house and wine tasting. Addy didn't mind. She'd been to hundreds of wine tastings with her parents.
She knew how to taste, what comments to make. She actually liked wine. She just didn't have quite the enthusiasm to make a hobby out of it. Still, Greyson had obviously done this a few times before, and she wanted to match his level of sophistication. So she went along with it. If nothing else, it was thrilling being by his side in public.
He'd claimed, before coming on this trip, that no one here knew him. However, he knew the owners of the winery and a few of the other guests. Apparently he vacationed here quite frequently. He introduced her as his friend, Addison Hart, while he kept his arm around her shoulders and made soft, back-and-forth strokes with his thumb. She trusted these people must have no connections to their friends back home. His risk was greater than hers, after all, so even if he cared nothing for her consequences, he'd certainly not risk his own career.
The owners had set tables out on the lawn, and an older couple invited them to sit. Addy let Grey lead her to the table then laughed when he pulled her onto his lap, nearly spilling her wine. She sat and sipped with his hand on her hip as he visited with the couple.
The sun warmed them gently so that she didn't realize how hot it was becoming until she realized her dress was sticking to the backs of her legs. They lunched before touring the vineyard. All of it would have been terribly boring for Addy had she not had Grey's hands on her nearly constantly.
On the way back to the cabin that afternoon, they drove through town, the green mountains rising around them. She saw something ahead…a tower of some sort. "What's that?" she asked.
Grey leaned forward and squinted through his glasses. "Water park."
Well, she wouldn't know anything about water parks. They'd looked like fun on television, but she'd never been.
"I've never been to a water park," he muttered.
"Me neither."
He looked at her. "Really?"
"Yes," she laughed. "You've never been, why are you surprised that I've never been?"
He shrugged. "I guess I just thought I was the only kid who never got to go to one. Got invited, once, for a friend's birthday. But my parents wouldn't let me go."
"Same thing happened to me. They didn't want to sit around a bunch of people who weren't from their country club. I've heard all they have to eat at water parks is hot dogs and nachos and stuff, and I'm sure that was one of the reasons my parents wouldn't go."
"Have you ever had a hot dog?"
"Yes. Have you?"
"No."
"Well, you were rich in
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