Page 13 of Make-Believe Match

Austin’s brow lifted and he checked his watch. “That was barely an hour ago.”

“Yeah, well, some of us know how to close the deal faster than others.” I couldn’t resist—it was widely known in our family that Austin had wasted a bunch of time fighting his feelings for Veronica, whom he’d hired as a nanny at the start of the summer.

“Have fun.” Veronica gave me a wave. “We’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”

“Sounds good.”

And if either one of them said another word in the next five seconds, I couldn’t have told you, because I was already halfway to the door. My mind was racing with anticipation at the night ahead, at all the things I wanted to do to Lexi...wait, Lexi what? Had I gotten her last name? As I hurried back across the parking lot, I tried to remember. I didn’t want to ask her if she’d already told me—it seemed like a dick move to forget a girl’s last name because you were too busy trying to get your tongue in her mouth.

And other places.

Fuck, that was a good time, I thought, picking up my pace to nearly a run.

I licked my lips. I could still taste her.

* * *

The drive to her place took about twenty minutes. Other than giving me directions, she remained silent. I did too.

My hand on her thigh. My foot on the gas. My mind on the hours ahead.

I never did ask her last name.

In fact, we did very little talking at all that night.

I mean, words were exchanged, but they were hot and dirty. Quick and to the point.You want it? God. Yes. Harder. Fuck me. Right there. Don’t stop. Come for me.

She was a fucking riot in bed—uninhibited and adventuresome. Athletic and flexible. Quick to recover, keen to please, hungry for pleasure. At one point, she got on top, and I nearly lost my mind watching her move up and down my cock, her hands on my chest, her hair tumbling around her shoulders, her perfect breasts bouncing as she rode me to the finish. A goddamn dream.

When I finally pulled my clothes back on, around four in the morning, she was lying on her stomach sideways across the bed. Arms thrown above her head. Cheek on the mattress. “You don’t have to go,” she said, her voice drowsy.

“I have things I have to do in the morning,” I said, buttoning my shirt.

“Okay.” Her eyes drifted shut.

When I was fully dressed, I paused and looked at her, asleep on the bed, her dark hair splayed across the white sheet. The rest of her bedding and all the pillows were on the floor—we’d gotten a little rough.

Crouching down, I put a hand on her head. “I had a really good time.”

“Me too.” Her eyes didn’t even open.

Downstairs, I pulled the door shut behind me and made sure it was locked. As I drove away, exhausted but content, I wondered again about her last name. And where she taught school. And why work was so stressful for her. At least I’d been able to help her withoneproblem. I chuckled as I recalled her door analogy. I’d successfully opened that door for her at least four times in the last six hours. If I lived around here, I wouldn’t mind being her doorman on a more frequent basis.

In fact, I wasn’t flying back to Boston until Tuesday night. I hadn’t gotten her number, but I knew where she lived. I could swing by before I left.

But just as quickly, I decided I better not. A night like this was really all I could offer.

She’d already gotten the best of me.

THREE

lexi

My alarm wentoff at seven.

Sitting up, I switched off the noise and pulled the sheet around my naked body, somewhat confused. Where was my comforter? And all my pillows? Why was I naked?

As my eyes focused, I noticed the pillows strewn about my room like boats tossed upon the beach after a storm. I smiled as memories from last night began to filter through the clouds in my brain. Things had gotten a little rough in here—I had the sore muscles and smell of sex on my skin to prove it.