Chapter 26
Leaning back against my car door, I crossed my arms and smiled as I watched Sloane talking with Millie, her secretary. Tilting my head, I frowned when I noticed Sloane cupping a tween girl's cheeks with one hand while still carrying on her discussion with Millie.
"Must be Millie's niece? Or... daughter?" I muttered to myself with a shrug. Millie seemed a bit younger than Sloane, so the thought lingered.
"Rory!" Thalia's voice cut through my thoughts. I sighed and shook my head as I spotted her approaching—with Selene and Alexei, Selene's wife, trailing alongside her. The three of them headed straight toward me.
I pointed at Thalia, who instantly looped her arm around mine, and looked straight at Selene. "Why do you keep bringing this one to events like this? She's practically an outsider."
Thalia hissed, smacking my shoulder. "Excuse me?! I was invited by your lovely wife, just so you know. And for the record, Selene didn't bring me here." She rolled her eyes for emphasis.
Selene chuckled at the exchange. My gaze shifted to Alexei—I gave her a subtle nod, which she returned with the same calm precision as she stood close to her wife.
"It's unnerving," Selene said, studying me. "Seeing someone who looks exactly like you."
"Right? Even though I know Rory's face, it's eerily scary to see someone else mirror it," Thalia added, making me raise a brow.
"We're not exact look-alikes," I clicked my tongue. Still, I couldn't deny it—the resemblance was enough to unsettle me. She was like a shadow of myself. The shadow of my youth.
Selene tilted her head. "It's a surprise Sloane didn't mistake you for her—and vice versa." Then she turned to Alexei, her tone teasing. "What if there was someone out there who looked like me? Just like Aurora's situation? Would you recognize the difference, Xei?"
I scoffed quietly, amused by the way these two fed off each other.
Alexei's brow lifted as she narrowed her eyes at Selene, then exhaled a slow sigh.
"It's impossible for anyone to look like you.
" She gave a small shrug. "And even if they did—you'd hate it.
You never let anyone steal what's supposed to be yours.
If someone ever walked around Monaco with your face.
.." She smirked faintly. "You'd toss them out yourself. "
Alexei's words made both Thalia and me chuckle. Knowing Selene, she would absolutely do it.
"Hey!" Selene protested, folding her arms with mock indignation. "You talk like I'm not your wife. But... well, you're not wrong, though."
"The elites won't shut up about it," Thalia chimed in, shaking her head. "They keep saying Sloane has a 'type'—that she's collecting women who all look alike."
My eyes flicked back to Sloane, who was playfully hugging the girl, laughter spilling between them.
"People know how much Sloane is head over heels for you," Selene said, her tone soft but firm, drawing my gaze back to her. "I doubt she's collecting anyone. If she was, she wouldn't have announced your marriage so publicly—she wouldn't have called you her wife."
"You're right," Thalia agreed, nudging me with a grin. "Damn, I need to find someone to date already."
"Why don't you go for Margot?" I teased, giving her a side-eye, my lips twitching with amusement.
She groaned dramatically, rolling her eyes. "Date the splitting image of my cousin? No thanks. It's creepy enough seeing your face on her—imagine that in my bed." She shuddered.
I laughed at her reaction. "Then maybe focus on your work for now. It's all you've been doing anyway."
"Well, I don't exactly plan on growing old alone, okay?" she huffed. "I need to find someone before it's too late. Anyway, I'll excuse myself before I start sulking."
Selene and Alexei excused themselves too, leaving me alone, waiting for Sloane.
A smile crept across my lips as I watched her. She looked so happy, still laughing as she waved goodbye to the girl climbing into the car with Millie. She waited until the car drove away before finally turning back and walking toward me.
All smiles, Sloane slipped her arms around my waist, and I wrapped mine around hers.
"Did you wait long?" she asked.
Shaking my head, I poked the tip of her nose. "Who's the kid?"
"Oh, that?" Sloane's lips curved. "She's Millie's."
"Millie has a daughter already?"
She hummed, nodding. "Mm-hm. Shame we haven't been pregnant yet," she teased.
I leaned down, smirking. "Wanna try again tonight?" My voice dipped low, meant only for her.
Sloane's eyes flicked up to mine, then down to my lips. Her fingers tugged at my lapel, pulling me closer until her mouth claimed mine. I chuckled into the kiss, not caring who was watching.
"Sloane."
A voice cut through the moment. Sloane pulled back, blinking, and turned toward it. I groaned softly, only to get a playful nudge from her. She started to step away, but I caught her, looping an arm around her waist and resting my chin atop her head.
"Margot," Sloane greeted, clearing her throat as she reached for my hands resting on her abdomen. "I didn't know you were still here."
Margot hummed, her eyes flicking briefly to me—disgust flashing there before she masked it. Like I cared. Sloane was mine, and she knew it. "Just met with some acquaintances inside," she said with a casual shrug.
"I see." Sloane glanced around. "Didn't you bring your car?"
Margot lifted her phone, shaking it lightly. "I'm contacting my driver." She smiled at Sloane, deliberately ignoring me.
Checking her watch, Sloane shifted, then turned to me. I loosened my hold and stood straighter.
"Can we drop Margot at her place?" she asked.
I blinked, looking at her, then at Margot, then back at her. With a sigh, I muttered, "Do I even have the right to say no?"
Sloane laughed softly, cupping my face in her palms. "Of course you do. Why would I ask if I wouldn't take no for an answer?" Her eyes searched mine, warm and certain.
I hummed, glancing once more at Margot before straightening. "It's fine. We'll drop her."
"You're sure?"
I nodded.
Sloane's gaze lingered on me for a beat before she turned back to Margot. "We'll take you instead. Come with us."
Margot arched a brow, head tilting. "No, Sloane. I'll wait for my ride here."
"We insist," Sloane said, stepping forward to catch Margot's wrist. Her tone left no room for argument. "Besides, my wife already agreed. So you're coming with us."
My eyes didn't miss the subtle fluster on Margot's face. I scoffed lowly. Just one touch from my wife, and she's already rattled. Not so subtle after all. I groaned quietly inside.
"Yeah, let us drop you off," I said, a faint smile tugging at my lips as I walked to the backseat and opened it for her.
Margot looked at me, then at Sloane, who still held her wrist. She let out a soft sigh. "Alright then. Thank you," she said, though it sounded more directed at Sloane than me.
I shrugged as she slid inside, closing the door behind her. Turning to Sloane, I unbuttoned my blazer and draped it over her shoulders. "Figured you might get cold," I said, then opened the passenger door.
Sloane smiled at me, planting a quick peck on my cheek before sliding inside. I flushed at her gesture, closing the door and sliding into the driver's seat.
"So, where to?" I asked, checking the rearview mirror.
"We can drop her at Seaside Plaza, in Fontvieille," Sloane replied, her calm tone making me glance at her.
She blinked at me, then laughed softly. "What? I've been to her place plenty of times," she shrugged, playful and unapologetic.
"Is that so?" I murmured, starting the ignition and buckling my seatbelt.
A soft scoff came from the back. "Your wife must be the jealous type, Sloane," Margot remarked, making me twitch my lips in irritation.
Why did I even agree to drop her off? I stayed silent, focusing on driving.
Sloane laughed softly, glancing at the backseat before turning to me. "Well... she sure is," she teased, reaching for my hand resting on the gearshift.
"I'm not," I whispered, clicking my tongue as my face heated up.
She hummed, chuckling as she rested her elbow on the center console. "If you say so," she murmured, leaning in, her chin resting lightly on the back of my chair.
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Drying my hair with the towel draped over my shoulder, I paused mid-motion. Sloane was sprawled on the bed in white silk lingerie, lying on her side with one elbow propped up, her fist closed as she rested her temple against her knuckles.
I blinked, caught off guard, as she patted the empty space beside her.
"Oh-kay," I scoffed, crossing my arms as I leaned my head back to study her pose. "What's going on here?"
She rolled her eyes with a groan. "Didn't you say we should try making a baby tonight?"
A lump formed in my throat. I glanced around quickly, then tossed the towel aside and rushed toward her. Sloane shrieked as I leapt onto the bed, straddling her. She giggled, eyes glittering as I hovered over her.
Bracing myself with my hands on either side of her, I leaned closer. "Those hazel eyes of yours feel like a forest," I murmured, kissing each of her eyelids in turn. "They make me calm."
She hummed, cupping my cheeks, her fingers tracing over my skin. "You're still such a smooth talker, Aurora." Her gaze softened. "Your silver eyes are like snow dust... no wonder people call you the Ice Queen." She clicked her tongue, smirking faintly. "But to me, you'll always be my dawn."
"Uh-huh." I arched a brow. "Your dawn... but don't you already have two of me?"
Her laugh was soft, her eyes glimmering.
"I don't have two of you, okay? I only have you.
I'm not looking for another." She sighed, shifting us until she was seated squarely over my lap—right on top of the hardness I couldn't hide.
Her hands pressed against my abdomen as she searched my face. "Are you seriously jealous of Margot?"
I swallowed hard, heat rising in my cheeks. "People are comparing us. Elites whisper that you're collecting women who look the same..." My voice trailed. "I mean—"
"She reminds me of you," Sloane cut in, her tone steady, her gaze locked onto mine. "But she's not you, Ro. Margot will never be you."
Her hands slipped under my shirt, warm against my skin. "Yes, you resemble each other. But I know where my heart belongs. And it's yours." Her touch slid higher, fabric bunching as she tugged my shirt up and over my head before tossing it aside.
Flustered, I looked away, lips pressed in a thin line. "Maybe I'm just... being insecure again." I chuckled softly, almost bitter. "I always have been—about being intersex, about being left out by my father..."
"Ro," Sloane leaned down, one hand pressed into the mattress, the other cupping my cheek.
Her hazel eyes locked on mine, steady, grounding.
"There's no need for you to be insecure.
You don't have to compare yourself to anyone.
Yes, maybe she resembles you—but she's not you.
And you're not her. Besides..." her thumb brushed my cheek, ". ..who am I with right now?"
My lips pulled into a small pout as I exhaled. "I'm sorry, okay? It's just... I didn't expect her to be there too."
A low laugh spilled from her lips—just before she began to grind against my bulge. My breath hitched as she smirked. "Of course she'd be there. Her company has been partnered with mine longer than anyone else's, Ro." Her hips kept moving in slow, deliberate circles, making my pulse quicken.
I grabbed her by the sides, groaning at the pressure building between us. "Enough about her," I rasped, my gaze locked on the way her body moved over me. "I want all your focus on me."
Her smirk curved wider. "Then make me."
A chuckle rumbled in my chest as I shifted, flipping her easily beneath me. My lips found hers—not rushed, but steady, deep, savoring every second. She tugged at my hair, legs wrapping tight around my waist, pulling me closer, demanding more.
My hand slid up, cupping her cheek to lift her face as I deepened the kiss.
My other hand roamed lower, caressing down her thigh, then sliding up toward her core.
A wicked grin tugged at my lips when I discovered the bare heat waiting for me.
"Damn, Sol," I murmured against her mouth, voice husky. "No underwear?"
Her moan answered me, muffled between our kisses. Her teeth caught my lower lip, nibbling, and I groaned at the sharp sting. My fingers teased her clit, circling slowly, deliberately. She arched her back, head tipping back in surrender, exposing the pale curve of her throat.
I dragged my tongue along her jawline, down to her neck, before biting just hard enough to leave a mark—my mark.
My hands found the thin straps of her lingerie, sliding them slowly down her arms while pushing the silk higher to gather at her waist. Her breasts spilled free, perfect, tempting.
I cupped them, kneading, teasing, rolling her hardened nipples between my fingers before lowering my mouth.
My tongue flicked, licked, then sucked until her groans filled the room.
Sloane's fingers tangled in my hair, tugging me closer, desperate.
I bit softly into her skin, leaving a mark across her breast before trailing downward.
My lips kissed lower, my tongue finding her slick folds.
I licked her slowly, savoring her taste, while my fingers circled her clit, rubbing firm and steady.
Her wetness coated me, warm and intoxicating. I slid my tongue inside, thrusting, circling deeper.
"Oh!" she cried out, her body arching off the mattress as she clutched at my hair. "Fuck!" she gasped, voice breaking.
I didn't stop. My tongue worked inside her, relentless, while my fingers kept stroking her clit in rhythm. Her whole body trembled beneath me, the sheets twisting under her fists. When her free hand flew up to cover her mouth, I caught her wrist and pulled it away.
"No, Sol," I rasped, pulling back just enough to look at her. "I wanna hear you."
Her eyes darkened, chest heaving. That sight alone nearly undid me. I shoved my shorts and underwear down, my cock throbbing in my hand as I stroked it once before pressing the head against her slick heat.
I tapped along her clit, rubbed slow against her folds until her lips parted, soft moans spilling out without control. Then, in one smooth push, I slid inside her.
Her walls clenched tight, hot, dragging a guttural groan from me. I lifted both her legs, resting them across my shoulders, pulling her hips closer.
"Ro!" she cried, her hand pressing against my abdomen as I sank deeper.
I looked down at her, sweat beading across my brow, breath ragged. "What is it?" I asked, grinding deeper but keeping my pace slow, deliberate. "Does it hurt?"
Her cheeks burned crimson, eyes darting away as she shook her head, refusing to meet my gaze.
A smirk curved my lips. "Then take it."
I drove into her, slower than I wanted, but deep, each thrust angled to hit where she needed it most. Her sharp gasps filled the room, her nails digging into the sheets.
"Damn, you look so fucking beautiful like this," I growled, leaning forward until my chest hovered above hers, her legs still hooked on my shoulders.
My hands pressed firm into the mattress on either side of her head, caging her in as I thrust harder, deeper, savoring the way her body bowed into mine.
"Goddamn it, Aurora!" she glared at me, her face flushed, lips parted, gasping and moaning with every thrust I drove into her.
"God, Sloey," I groaned, shutting my eyes as I tried to steady the pounding in my head. "You're so fucking tight around me." I leaned in, kissed her hard, then shifted her body closer to deepen the thrust.
Her folds clenched with every stroke, her legs trembling as she arched back, eyes shut, voice breaking on a moan. "You're so good, Ro," she gasped, breath ragged, licking her lower lip.
"Mm-hmm," I hummed, watching her, keeping my pace steady even as my chest thundered like it wanted to burst. "That moan? Do it again. Louder. Let the whole damn world hear what I do to you."
Her eyes met mine, head tilting slightly as her hand slipped down to her clit, fingers circling, the other cupping her breast. "Damn it, Ro. Fuck me harder."
I nearly forgot how to breathe watching her touch herself like that. A smirk tugged at my lips as I grabbed her waist, driving deeper. "Pretty naughty, aren't you, Sol?" I panted with each thrust. "I want to see my cum dripping out of you when I'm done."
A sharp gasp tore from her throat as her body trembled, her heat squeezing tighter around me, grinding against every movement I made. "Keep going, keep going," she repeated like a mantra, voice shaking.
"God, Ro," she moaned, her face flushed as our movements stayed perfectly in sync, like a dance. I swallowed hard, feeling her body tense around me—and mine tightening in response.
Moments later, warmth pulsed around my shaft. A guttural groan tore from my throat as her body shuddered against mine. I thrust a few more times before release overtook me, spilling hot inside her. Sloane gasped, her voice breaking on the sound.
Panting, trembling, I slumped above her. She slid her legs from my shoulders, wrapping them snug around my waist as I buried my face against her neck. "That's mine," I whispered, voice raw. "Every drop belongs to you, Sol."
I pressed kisses along her shoulder before finally pulling out and collapsing beside her, my arm curling around her stomach. "Damn," I hissed between gasps for air.
Sloane's chest rose and fell as she reached for my face, pulling me into a kiss. "I love you," she murmured against my lips.
I tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I love you more." Smiling, I kissed her forehead before glancing down. White streaks coated my shaft—ours mingled together.
Her eyes followed mine. We locked gazes.
"Should I clean it up for you?" she asked.
I blinked, smirking. "Well... you made the mess. Clean it with your tongue."
To my surprise, she only shrugged. Then, with deliberate grace, she slid down the bed. My eyes widened, both hands flying to my mouth as her tongue traced slowly around my shaft.
Damn. I'd almost forgotten how wild Sloane could be in bed. Lucky me—she's my wife.