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I fold my arm over my eyes and lick my lips, knowing I’ve never experienced anything quite like that.
And it’s all Easton.
He’s right; heisa goddamn drug. Even in my fantasies, he has me begging for more.
I roll over, feeling the exhaustion take over. And as I fall asleep, I think getting away will be good for us.
By the end of his two-week vacation, I’ll know this manbetterthan anyone else.
Hell, that might go both ways.
20
EASTON
Same day
Iheard her desperate pants as I flicked off the hallway lights. At first, I thought she was crying, but I quickly realized she was pleasuring herself.
And when she said my name … fuck, she’d better be glad I didn’t barge in there and do exactly what she wanted me to do to her.
The thought of Lexi in the next room, teasing her sweet pussy with my name on her lips, has my cockbeggingto be unleashed.
I move to my room, go to the shower, and step inside, washing the day away as I stroke myself to thoughts of her.
“Fuck,” I groan, allowing the water to fall over my back as I press my palm against the wall.
She whispered my name.
I rub my finger across the tip, feeling the pre-cum she caused at the end. As I stroke, I think of her hot mouth begging me, her perky nipple in my mouth, and her saying my name as I slam deep inside her wet cunt.
My darling. My Lexi. My future wife. The one?
My pace increases, and my balls tighten. I come so hard that my knees nearly buckle. With panted breaths, I rest my head against the wall as the water falls over me. She makes me want to lose control. She makes me want to believe that love does exist, even if she doesn’t think so.
Alexis Matthews may be the woman who finally breaks me.
Birthday countdown: 35 days
Since meeting her: 11 days
Company takeover: 42 days
Ithink I hear my name from the doorway and I stir, wondering if it’s a dream. If Lexi has embedded herself so deep into my subconscious that I hear her while sleeping.
“Easton,” she says again.
I sit up and turn on the lamp beside the bed, glancing at the time on my watch. It’s four in the morning, which means two hours have passed since I went to sleep.
Lexi stands in an oversize T-shirt, and I see the tiny, dark circles of her hard nipples poking through. The hem falls at her upper thighs and the neck has been cut out, so it slouches on her shoulders. Her long hair surrounds her face in wavy curls.
She’s like a ghost, a figment of my imagination. How is it possible this woman exists?
Then, I realize it’s raining, pounding against the roof and windows. It’s a mountain storm; they happen often at highaltitudes. When lightning strikes, she jumps, sucking in a deep breath.
I cross the room toward her.
“Lexi?” I keep my voice soft.