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I slide down the bed, staying on my back. She’s wearingmyT-shirt and a paper-thin pair of panties—if they can even be called that. They’re mesh, and they leave nothing to the imagination.
She sits on my face, missionary-style, her thighs on each side of my head.
I peel the panties to the side and my tongue parts her pussy until my mouth is fully on her clit. Lexi sinks into me as I grip her ass with my hands. I hum against her, encouraging her to find sexual freedom with me. Her hands tug at my hair as her mouth falls open. High-pitched moans release from her, and with the house being so quiet, I wouldn’t be surprised if they echo. I pat her ass and she looks down at me, realizing she lost control.Welost control.
She bites the corner of her lip and tweaks her nipple. Another moan releases and she places her hand over her mouth, rocking against me. I slow my pace, knowing she’ll come at any second by how her body shakes with anticipation. I keep her on the edge until she nearly crumbles to dust. Gliding two fingers deep inside of her wet cunt, I wage war against her clit. Moments later, she quickly loses herself on my mouth.
“Easton,” she screams out, and I laugh against her pussy as she fucks my face, fully riding out her orgasm.
She falls next to me in bed, and we stay in each other’s arms until we’ve both come down from our high.
I kiss her forehead. “Would you like to join me for breakfast?” I ask.
“I’d love to,” she says, but we don’t move.
I don’t know how much time passes as we hold each other, but I’m not counting.
“Great. We need to discuss our game plan for our meeting with the mayor tomorrow,” I say, kissing her forehead.
“You’re too good to me,” she says with fire in her eyes, and I kiss the tip of her nose.
After we’re dressed, we make our way downstairs and find Weston in the living room, reading a magazine with a longhorn on the cover.
“Now,thisis the walk of shame.”
“Who’s ashamed?” Lexi turns to me. “Are you?”
“Fuck no,” I say, twirling the Mustang keys around my finger. “We’ll be back later.”
When we’re on the porch, I take the steps with Lexi. “Do you want to drive?”
“You’re after my heart, aren’t you?” she playfully asks as she scoops the keys from my hand.
I open the driver’s door. “You know it.”
We make our way inside the tiny diner, and when we enter, a gray haired woman greets us with a big smile.
“You’re back again? Seems like you’re gonna be a regular in here with how many times I’ve seen you in the past twelve hours.”
Lexi giggles as we’re sat at a table by the windows.
“Coffee, black?” the server asks.
“Yes, that would be great,” I tell her with a grin, and then I turn to Lexi, who’s sitting beside me.
“I’ll take the same,” she says.
When we’re alone, she laughs while scanning over the menu, but I’m sure she has it memorized.
“No telling how flirty Weston was with everyone in here last night, considering how he acted with me.”
“Sometimes, it has its perks,” I tell her. “Like when we’re at business events and I disappear.”
“Do you do that often?” she asks.
“I can only pretend for so long,” I tell her, but she already knows that.
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