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“My turn,” is all I say as I glide my hands up her legs and fall to the floor next to the bed. Hooking my arms around the back of her knees, I pull her closer to the edge and kiss up the inside of her thigh.

“Ohhh, Alex…” She basically purrs for me, her back already arched. I run my fingers down the hem of her lace underwear, skirting her hot skin between her thighs, feeling the dampness.

“I want to taste you, Sunflower,” I murmur against her skin as I make my way up to her center.

“Yes… please,” she says on a breath, still squirming, and I know she needs to come.

“I fucking love hearing you beg,” I groan. Pulling the lace to the side, I’m met with her glistening pussy. My dick jumps once again as I lean forward, my tongue flattening against her center, and I hear her gasp.

I groan into her skin as I suck on her clit, then circle her opening some more with my tongue. She tastes so fucking good; I am never going to get enough.

“Oh God… that feels so good…” Whimpering, her thighs tremble under my hands as I smooth them up to her torso, feeling the lace of her bra. My tongue doesn’t stop its explorations, flicking and swirling, wondering what she likes the most.

“That… Yes… don’t stop doing that…” she says through a groan, and I smile as I suck on her clit again before flicking her a little more with my tongue. Repeating the movement over and over.

She pants, her hips starting to move against my face, as her hands fall to the back of my head, her fingers digging into my scalp. My palms pull down her lace bra cups, her voluptuous breasts falling out, and I cup them, palming them tight in my hands.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don't stop…” she chants, grinding and shaking beneath me. She’s right there, and I do exactly as she says. Getting lost in her taste, the feel of her, the sounds she makes, I keep going just how she likes so much, my tongue working overtime.

“Oh God, Alex, I’m going to come!” she cries out. Her hips move wildly, fucking my face.

I growl, low and deep, and suck on her clit hard as I pinch her nipples, feeling her body jolt.

“Alex… Alex… Alex!” She screams my name, and I have never heard anything so sweet in my life. As her body convulses, I continue to suck on her, tasting every last inch of her, a new addiction unlocked.

She lies back, out of breath, her muscles twitching but relaxing, and I give her one long lick before I sit back, then stand.

“Mmmm, you are so good at that,” she says, lifting onto her elbows, a sexy-as-sin smile on her face.

“You seemed to enjoy it,” I murmur, smirking like the arrogant asshole I am. I feel like a fucking king right now as I cross the room to my closet.

“Where are you going?” she asks, her sweet voice carrying to me as I put on a pair of fresh boxers.

“Here,” I tell her, bringing over my t-shirt, the same one she slept in when she was here last time.

“But what about you?” she asks, eyes flicking down to my dick that’s still raging hard.

“Don’t worry about me. I think you need to rest,” I tell her as I put the t-shirt on her, and as I do, she lets out a yawn.

“Hmmm, maybe you’re right,” she murmurs, exhausted. I lay her down and slide in beside her, pulling the blanket over us. Grabbing her around the waist, I pull her back to my chest, needing to feel her next to me.

“This feels nice,” she hums in a sleepy voice, and I lean down, kissing her shoulder.

“Go to sleep, Sunflower,” I whisper, keeping her close until I feel her relax and her breathing slow. Then I slip out of bed to clean up this mess of tonight so she doesn’t have the same stresses come morning.

29

HAYLEE

Iwake to the side of the bed next to me empty. Stretching out, my muscles are sore, and I smile, thinking about my night with Alex. But then I remember the evening at the restaurant, and the overwhelming feeling of remorse comes back to me. I need to call my parents and check in on them. I need to ensure Alex’s hand is okay. I wonder if Jillian’s kids got to school or if I ruined that for them as well.

I swing my legs out of bed and notice a bathrobe waiting for me, as well as a pair of slippers, and I put them on. Smiling as I make my way out to the living room, I take a deep breath, not sure who or what I will find.

“There she is,” Alex says, leaning back in the dining chair, where he is sitting with a coffee. Chest warming, I walk up to him, not able to stop the smile that spreads on my face.

“Morning,” I say, stepping straight into his open arms, kissing him good morning.

“Hmmm, I can’t get enough of you…” he admits.

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