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Alex leans forward and presses her naked chest into mine before kissing my chin. “Sleep on it, Mr. Serious. If you want to stay, come to my bedroom tomorrow morning. If not, no hard feelings.”

I search her gaze. “You’d really be okay with this?”

“What my daddy doesn’t know”—she takes my lip between her teeth—“won’t hurt him.”

With that, she pulls away and walks out of the hot tub, her delicious ass the last thing I see before she wraps a towel around herself and walks inside.

Not once looking back.

Chapter nine

Alex

I flip on my stomach and debate if I should get up. The morning sunlight streams through the windows as I slide around on the soft sheets and check my phone again. It’s eight thirty, which means it’s only been five minutes since the last time I’ve checked.

I slept a little, but the majority of the night, I tossed and turned. My brain seemed unable to shut off as I kept replaying last night in my head. Elijah surprised me with his dirty mouth, the way he used me, how he got all commanding. I guess I was right that he would be the type to take a woman over his knee.

The urge to slide my hand between my legs and bring myself to orgasm grows. I swear I can still feel the jets on my pussy as he fucked my mouth. God, that was hot—the hottest sexual encounter of my life. The way he made me strip. The way he held my head as he worked me up and down that beautiful cock of his.

I cup my heavy breasts, nipples tight as my body lights up like a tree on Christmas. Just as my hand slips further south, a bird chirping wildly outside stops me. I flop my arms down at my side and try to think of something that won’t turn me on. It’s still early, and I’m not sure what time Elijah gets up. So I’m still hopeful he’ll take my offer. That he’ll be the one to get me off this morning.

I prop myself up against the pillows and stare out of the floor-to-ceiling windows that look over the lake. I don’t see any boats out, and even if there were any, they wouldn’t be able to get close enough to see my naked body tangled in the sheets.

For a while, I gaze out at the blue waters and trees beyond, trying to let the beauty of this place calm me. But all I can think about is Elijah fucking me from behind while I stare out at this view, our reflection in the windows as that cute, furrowed brow of his pinches in pleasure, not stress.

“Ugh!” I clench my thighs together. How has this man gotten under my skin so quickly? I’ve had one-night stands before, and I didn’t feel this way the morning after. I wish that he wasn’t my dad’s friend and employee. If he wasn’t, I think Elijah would’ve been in my bed last night.

However, he’s hung up on it. Which I can understand. But at the same time, what does it really matter?

We don’t know each other. We’re both adults. Both of us came here for stress relief and time away from reality. And while I’m sure my dad would have different opinions, he doesn’t control my life. He doesn’t get to choose who I’m with. And like I told Elijah, what my dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him. This can be a weekend thing. An earlier-than-planned start to my hot-girl badass-bitch era where I take what I want and feel good.

My clit makes its presence known again, and I look once more at the time. It’s only been another five minutes. What if he’s a late sleeper?

Fudge muffins. Maybe I should’ve told him a time. What if I’m waiting here for another few hours? Or what if he never comes?

I nibble on my lower lip. He has to come. The way he reacted to me last night, I knew he wanted to say yes. In fact, I felt confident. Though maybe I read the whole situation wrong.

I fix the sheets then stare at the door I left cracked open. I hear no sounds yet. I haven’t even heard a cough or a sneeze. Which means he’s still sleeping or he left while I dozed off at some point.

I could get up and check, but I don’t want to seem desperate. I take a deep breath, trying to practice some calming breaths my mom taught me. She loves her yoga. She’s always trying to take me with her, and I went once, but that was enough. Though I can appreciate that yoga does make you bendy.

I’m hit with another onslaught of images as I picture what kind of pretzel positions Elijah could get me in. What would it feel like to have that dick inside of me, moving in and out of my pussy instead of my mouth?

“Screw it!” I get up out of bed and head to my suitcase, opening the pouch where I stowed some sex toys. Since I was going to be here by myself, I thought a little self-exploration would be nice. I’d even gotten some new toys to try, one of which I’m embarrassed I purchased.

I pull out the toy in question. It’s a remote-controlled large silicone dildo that looks and feels very much like a real cock. There’s even a suction cup on the base so I can stick it to a surface and ride it. But that’s not what makes it different, nor does the fact that it vibrates—it’s the small hole at the top instead.

My stomach clenches, and I wonder if I’m pathetic for buying it, for buying something that simulates ejaculation.

My cheeks flush. I pride myself in being very open and sex-positive, but I can’t help but think this is dumb. That my desire to feel like I’m being filled up is silly. It’s not like this thing can get me pregnant. I’d need a real dick and a partner for that, one I’d want to have kids with. One who wants to have kids with me. And my IUD would need to be removed.

I reach back into my suitcase and pull out a bottle of lube and the syringe. I glance at the partially open door again, my heart pounding a little faster. I should wait a bit longer for Elijah to come. If he walks in on me using this, he may run for the hills. What we shared last night was hot and dirty, but this is different. He may not understand why I bought a toy like this.

I know Sean never would’ve understood. Shortly before we broke up, I tried to express to him once my desire to be bred, even if it was just role play. He laughed at me.

“You’re a hot badass bitch, remember, Alex?” I say out loud. I put my stupid ex out of my mind and decide to just go with it. If Elijah chooses to take me up on my offer, would it really be bad if he walked in on me using this? He didn’t judge me for anything I said or did last night, which is already more than I can say about most of the men I’ve been with.

Toy in hand, I take a step toward the bed and stop. The expensive and insanely high thread-count sheets stare at me as if to say: Don’t even think about it, Alex. If they stain, I’ll be headed for an interesting conversation with my parents.

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