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“Elijah!” she cries, my name departing from her lips with devout reverence as she falls endlessly over the edge, her tight pussy pulsing around my cock so hard I have no choice but to follow her over.

I come, my body sagging against hers as I empty everything, every drop I have left, inside her. I paint and fill her body exactly how I know she loves. How I love…

Alex exhales a shaky laugh, her hand untangling from mine to brush back some of my hair before trailing a finger down my cheek. We stay connected like that for a time, my cock still inside her, our bodies pressed together as if we’re both trying to lock this final time into our memories.

When a phone chimes in the background, it startles both of us. Alex sighs, tracing a finger over my lips. “Reality is calling,” she says. But she makes no move to get up.

“What if we just stayed here?” I muse. “Do you think anyone would notice we’re gone?”

Another chime of a phone, and she groans. “That’s my mom’s text tone. She probably wants to know if I’m on the road yet.”

I drop my forehead to Alex’s clavicle and leave an open-mouthed kiss on it before I finally roll off of her. She sighs, her eyes closing as she lays there, making a mess on the towel we laid down for that specific reason. Unable to help myself, I drop my hand between her legs, brushing the pads of my fingers over her sensitive clit until I reach her entrance. Alex lets out a small whimper, propping herself up so she can watch me push every drop of my cum back in.

“Elijah,” she says quietly, her voice sad as our eyes meet. “What if we…” But she doesn’t finish the sentence.

I drag my hand up her body and take hold of her hand. “We can’t, Alex,” I say, knowing what she was going to say. What if we tried to make this work?

She looks at my hand then into my eyes. My heart breaks at the turmoil I see there, as if, with those three words, I’ve crushed all her hope. But we can’t be together. She knows that. No matter how much I’d love to go back to LA and make her mine, properly date her and show her off to anyone and everyone, to tell Oliver I don’t give a fuck what he thinks and be with his daughter, I can’t. My life is too wrapped up with the Martins between my job and being Oliver’s friend.

Alex’s phone chimes yet again, and she pulls her hand away from mine. The way she holds tension in her body for the first time since I’ve met her tells me our time here is done. With that simple statement, I’ve ended our weekend of make-believe.

“I’m going to shower,” she says, using the towel to wipe between her legs before she stands. I sit on the mattress, unable to move, knowing that this is her way of saying I’m not allowed in the shower with her. That what we had is over now.

“Alex,” I say, stopping her. “I wish things were different, that we had met under different circumstances.”

Her eyes lift to mine, and she smiles sadly. “It’s okay, Elijah. I knew what this was. You were clear with me from the beginning. I made you an offer, and I meant what I said. I’ll get over it.”

I swallow. I’ll get over it. I don’t know if she means her words, but they sting, nonetheless. I know I deserve them. Because Alex Martin is the kind of woman who deserves more than I can give her. She deserves a man who isn’t a coward. A man who doesn’t worry what his friends and coworkers would think. And she deserves better than a man who hasn’t quite figured out what he wants at forty-five years old.

“I’m sorry, Alex,” I say, but she waves me off, putting her shoulders back and erasing any visible sadness from her features.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” She takes a step forward and bends so she can lay a lingering kiss on my lips. “Thank you for an amazing weekend. I hope you find what you’re looking for, Elijah.”

My mind is screaming at me to say I already found it, to tell her I want this to be more than just a weekend of playing house, but the rational side of my brain won’t let me.

“Alex,” I say, trying to find more words to give her, but she silences me with another gentle kiss.

“I’ll see you downstairs.” Then she pulls away and walks into the bathroom, clicking the door shut behind her.

Chapter seventeen

Alex

One Month Later

“Alex, honey, you look stunning,” Mom says.

“Thanks.” I smooth my hands down the sides of my shimmering black cocktail dress that hugs all my curves as we walk toward the doors of one of the fanciest hotels in downtown Los Angeles.

“I know you’ve been so busy with the start of the school year, but it means so much to your dad that you agreed to come to this event. We both know how much you hate them.”

I force a smile to my lips as the sliding doors open and we walk into the brightly lit foyer. “You know I wouldn’t miss tonight,” I say truthfully.

While I hate going to my dad’s work events and have managed to skip out on them for most of my adult life, I know this one means a lot to him. He’s getting a prestigious award for being an innovator in the creative media space, one he worked hard to get.

“You know who else is going to be here?” Mom smiles.

My stomach drops as we get directed to the ballroom where the event is taking place. “Please don’t tell me it’s that stuck-up hotelier you asked me to give a second date to?”

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