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He drenches me in his orgasm, muttering, "Fuck, baby girl. Fuuuuck."

He thrusts until there's nothing left, and we're left in the aftermath, covered in sweat, still trembling.

The knob turns, and we freeze.

Willow's voice calls out, "Is this door stuck?"

I gasp.

Alexander puts his hand over my mouth. He slowly lowers me to the ground, crouches down, and helps me into my pant leg. He rises and secures his pants, then murmurs in my ear. "You okay, Pheebs?"

I release an anxious breath and nod. He kisses me one more time and then tries to open the door. He turns on the light.

I blink a few times.

"This door is stuck," he lies.

"Alexander? You're in there?" Willow questions.

"Yeah. Phoebe and I came in to find more decorations, but it's stuck."

She tries to turn the knob again.

Alexander pretends the door is still stuck, rattling the locked knob.

Willow tries one more time, and Alexander flips the lock. The door flies open.

"Thank God. It's getting hot in here," Alexander declares and brushes past her.

She stares at me, glances back at him, then looks back at me. She narrows her eyes and slowly asks, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. It's really hot in here. And we couldn't get the door open," I fib, feeling guilty. The one person I like most besides Alexander and the boys is Willow. We've become good friends. I hate keeping secrets from her, especially when it concerns her brother.

She tilts her head. "Are you getting sick? You look like you're about to sweat."

"Like I said, it's hot in here,"

She steps in next to me. "Doesn't feel hot."

"No? You must have low blood pressure, then," I tease, stepping out of the closet and continuing toward the main room, worried she might know something is up.

23

Alexander

A Week Later

"Jagger, take over," I shout, then walk over to Phoebe, who just stepped outside. "Hey."

"Hi. The boys wanted to go to town with Evelyn and the kids. Is that okay?"

I nod. "Sure. It'll give you time to sharpen your skills."

"Ummm…"

I keep a serious expression, relaying, "I have a bet to make with you."

She tilts her head, narrowing her eyes. "Oh? What are we betting?"

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