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But I knew that was off the table.

She’d made that abundantly clear this morning by telling me last night had just been a blip.

I’d come here to protect and support her. Not to take advantage of an emotional situation. Which this definitely was.

A familiar looking poster on her wall caught my eye.

Then another one.

And yet another.

And—a few dozen more.

“Nice posters,” I commented and couldn’t help but smile. “You’ve got good taste,” I chuckled to myself.

Christ.

Some of those posters were fucking ancient. I couldn’t be more than twenty in a few of them.

“I guess,” Lexi said nonchalantly and that made me laugh right out loud.

I suppose it was a good sign she hadn’t ripped down the entire wall plastered with Trey Turner posters.

Yet.

“Come here for a second.” She tossed her book onto the bedside table and stretched her arms above her head in a sexy, sensual motion. Her accompanying moan made my cock twitch.

I turned my head toward my backpack. “Let me get dressed first,” I suggested, but before I took a step, she cut in.

“Come here first,” she said in a low, throaty voice, “please.”

Yeah.

She was getting a show—whether she wanted one or not. I moseyed up to her bed and peered down at her. Her rosy, pink nipples pointed straight at me from underneath the thin, see-through lace.

My fingers touched the top sheet and rubbed. “Satin?” I asked, feeling the incredible softness between my fingertips.

“Mm hmm,” she replied with a flirtatious grin. Her hand landed on the side of my leg and slid upward to my hip.

Even overtop of the towel, her touch burned straight to my skin.

I took a deep, trepidatious breath, “Lex.” Her eyes fixated on the evidence of my arousal making himself known between us.

I couldn’t help it.

I mean—how could I possibly help getting hard under these conditions?

A nearly naked Lexi between pink, satin sheets, Sarah McLachlan’s music playing in the background—I was only fuckin’ human.

Her pink-tipped fingers trailed along my waist, to the knot of the towel.

Then—she flipped it open, letting the towel fall to the floor.

My cock sprang eagerly into view. Her eyes hit mine right before her hand gripped me and stroked like only she could do.

“Fuck.” I sighed, not taking my eyes off her for a moment. I set my hand on her shoulder, touching her soft, heated skin.

She shifted closer to the edge of the bed just as her tongue darted out and licked the angry head of my cock.


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