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I mean, two nights.

After the first night, Trey had spouted off some wise logic.

Well, what I felt was logical at the time.

He’d showered.

Then I’d showered.

So, yeah, both of us were in towels.

Trey had peered down at my cleavage—which FYI, looked phenomenal in a towel.

His finger began to trace over the swells of my breasts as he said, “Lexi,” his eyes shooting directly to mine, “we’ve already established that we’re essentially fucked by this one-night stand.”

I’d shivered, and smiled up at him. “Essentially.”

He nodded, and added, “So, really,” his eyes fell back to where his finger was touching me, “if we made this a two-night stand, we’d basically be in just as much trouble. Correct?”

My eyebrows rose, and I nodded as he hooked his finger inside my towel, and pulled—causing the thick, white towel to fall to the floor.

And I did nothing to stop it.

“Correct.”

Trey stepped closer to me, my breasts grazing his chest hair in the most delicious way. “Then really, we’d be foolish not to take full advantage of our situation.”

My hands touched his strong, muscled shoulders, and lingered there. “I guess it only makes sense,” I said and I let my fingers travel down his chest as I watched intently.

“Exactly,” he’d said, placing his hands on my arms, and pulling me closer.

I gazed up at him just as my hands found his towel, and flicked it open with my finger.

“Are you hot?” Trey asked, breaking me out of my daydream memory.

I twisted my head toward him—feeling guilty for my thoughts.

The driver spoke up, “I’ll turn the air conditioning up.”

“You look all flushed,” Trey said before he set his hand on my forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”

I pushed him away. “I’m fine, just tired.”

The only thing I felt at the moment was embarrassed.

And flustered.

Trey always smelled so yummy—like walking through a forest on a cool, crisp day.

Being this close to him in the back of the car was giving me—ideas.

Even though those ideas had to remain just that—ideas.

We’d both agreed to file for a divorce, or annulment, or whatever the heck we needed to end this marriage.

Marriage.

That really made me laugh.


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