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His lips landed next to my ear, his grunts low and deep, as his hips continued to piston erratically. Jaxon’s hands were like steel, lifting me up and slamming my body down as he thrust harder into me.

My insides fluttered around him as his length grew wider and harder. He strained against me, his back bowing, as his orgasm hit him.

I laid on his chest, and listened to the rapid thumping of his heart, while I worked to catch my breath. My body grew limp against his, while his hands rubbed up and down my spine. I snaked my arms around him to snuggle into his warm embrace.

Everything about this felt right.

He kissed the top of my head as my eyes drifted shut. I was in a pleasure coma, drifting into a state of bliss, not wanting to move. I let out a whine of protest as he lifted me off of him until he nestled me by his side. He grunted as he rearranged his body behind me, pulling me close after he took off the condom and tossed it into the trash can by his bed. I settled into the grooves of his body, his hands caressed me. His mouth brushed against my shoulder as sleep tugged at me.

As I gave in to my exhaustion, I thought of how safe I felt wrapped in his arms.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Jaxon

Where the fuck wasshe?

I expected to find Lily in my bed, curled up asleep when I woke the next morning. Instead, my hand found cold sheets, leaving me to wonder how long she’d been gone. Had I completely misjudged her? We’d let our walls down, or at least I thought we had. I told her I didn’t sleep around, and that this wasn’t a one-night stand.

She could have at least stuck around until the sun rose. Although, if she planned on taking advantage of the situation, then it’s likely she’d gotten what she needed. She wasn’t the only one who had risked their reputation last night.

I carefully shifted my ankle over the side of the bed. It wasn’t throbbing as much as before. Not that I would have noticed last night. The only thought I had in my head was worshiping Lily’s body and making her come as many times as I could.

A growl from deep in my throat echoed around the room. I’d really fucked up. I never should have let last night happen.

Hobbling to the bathroom, I stood under the spray of the showerheads, until the insistent ache in my ankle forced me to sit on the bench. I turned off the water, wondering why I’d let my dick have the final say.

Fighting the urge to chase her down and demand answers, I dressed in another sweatsuit and left my room. Out in the hall, a pair of crutches rested along the wall. I knew Ms. Ketill was the one responsible for that. I was also thoroughly grateful that no one was around to see my first attempts at keeping my balance. After almost falling on my ass a few times, I finally got the hang of it. With sweat beading my brow, I slowly made my way downstairs.

My first stop should’ve been the kitchen. Instead, I headed toward my rare book collection, knowing that even at this obscenely early hour, I’d find Lily there. I swung through the door of the office and immediately heard her talking to herself.

“No ... stupid hormones ...” she muttered, her words so low I could only catch every other one.

I was certain she was talking about last night.

“What was I thinking?” This time, her voice was clear.