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WILLA

H uxley's eyes shine as his hands encircle my waist. "I love you so much, Angel."

"I got that feeling. It was super sweet of you to give me some time to wrap my head around everything."

He slides his palm around and massages my lower back gently. "I know what it's like to have a family ordering you around. I've had years to deal with it. But you, you’re right on the brink of figuring out how you want your life to start. Everything should be your decision at this point."

"At least I have some distance from my family. If your mom really thinks you don't deserve your grandfather's house…" I hesitate. "It's none of my business, but I hope it doesn't create a lot of tension."

He bursts out laughing. "I went straight to Granddad and told him I was about to tell my parents off for the first time.

He begged me to let him do it, so we jumped on a video call.

He told them to stay the hell away from this house unless I invited them for dinner.

I told them that I had decided once and for all that I'm no longer interested in being involved with their business, and I'm officially striking out on my own. Permanently."

I pull in a breath. "How did they take it?"

"Mom was pissed off. Dad grumbled, but I could tell from the spark in his eyes that he's impressed that I'm standing my ground. And Gabe looked thrilled."

"Maybe we should have your brother over for dinner sometime, if he's ever in the neighborhood. He could report back to your mom that everything’s cool?"

"Great idea. Besides, I really want them all to meet you once my parents settle down." Hux smiles. "They're going to be as dazzled as I am, Angel. You hungry? Can I make you dinner?"

I shiver as he leans in to nuzzle my throat. The way this hot man touches me sends sparks of lust surging through me in time with my pulse. My fingers spear his hair, pulling his lips to mine. "I’m hungry, but not for food."

I would never have imagined I could be so bold as to tell a man I wanted to go to bed with him, but everything is just so easy with Hux.

I gasp as he lifts me, carrying me into the house and straight to the bedroom.

He plunks me in the center of the bed, and I giggle when he disappears into the bathroom for a moment to wash his hands.

That’s the level of care that everyone says women should expect. And here I am getting it from my very first boyfriend.

No. Not the first. The only .

When he returns, he slips my clothes off slowly, piece by piece, trailing meandering, looping kisses across my skin.

I had no idea that the inside of my knees were so hypersensitive.

Yet by the time I'm completely naked and spread across his bed, it feels like every single cell in my body is begging for his touch.

This time Hux is not quite as gentle, spreading my inner thighs with his rough palms as he fixes his eyes on my open pussy. I try to twist my hips, but he holds me still. "So sexy."

His tongue drags straight through my crease and across my clit, turning my mind staticky as I try to come up with something saucy to let him know how turned on I am. "I had no idea," I finally whisper, "that I could feel this close to someone who still has all their stupid clothes on."

His pupils dilate, the corners of his eyes smiling as he gives me a subtle nod. Then his thick middle finger slides into me as my head tips back, glazed eyes scanning the ceiling.

He already knows exactly how to touch me. How to read every gasp and breath. And I’m sure that when he takes me in a few minutes, we're going to speak each other's language even more fluently.