Page 42 of And Then Came You

At least, I think that’s what I saw. Maybe I’m reading her wrong.

Yep, I’m all screwed up. I need air.

“I’ll see you in the morning. Are you going to sleep soon or burning the midnight oil?”

A change stamps across her features as the mask protecting her emotions comes back into play. “I’m headed to bed now.”

Reaching over, I press a kiss to her forehead, willing my heart rate down. Willing my mouth to keep from claiming hers is a more apt statement. “Goodnight, E.T.”

She giggles, shaking her head. “You’ll never let me live that movie down, will you?”

“Not a chance.”

I hurry down the hallway to my suite, marching straight to the bar and downing a shot. Hey, I need help in keeping my mind off the one woman I can’t keep my mind off.

Flopping back on the bed, my eyes drift shut as I slow my breathing. Let me concentrate on Almira. She’s gorgeous, and I know she’s a good lay.

I see her straddling me as I sink into her warmth. She’s beautiful and wet as she grinds against me, her pale skin illuminated by the moonlight.

My eyes fly open, my hand still wrapped around my engorged cock.

Almira doesn’t have pale skin.

Despite my best efforts, my tiny friend has entered my waking fantasies, taking over the starring role. With a jolt, I now realize that it’s been Lexi in my dreams the last couple of weeks, her skin smooth and soft as she rides me, her pussy so tight around me.

“Agh,” I scream, pulling the pillow over my face to muffle the sound.

I need a shower. A freezing cold one to calm the boiling heat in my body.

I know I can walk the few feet to Almira’s bedroom and be balls deep in minutes.

That’s not the issue.

The only woman I want to be inside is Lexi, and I’m uncertain how much longer I can hold out against this growing need.

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Thank Christ, Almira has plans set for the three of us the next day. A party hosted by a mutual acquaintance, considered by many to be the modern-day Salvador Dali. I’ve seen some of his work and it’s fabulous, but his real bread and butter is his Midtown gallery.

Artists beg, plead, and offer all manner of sexual favors to secure a spot in one of Gianni’s shows. But he remains firm in his credo—if you lack the talent, no amount of sucking up—or off—will guarantee you a spot.

He’s also a hell of a nice guy; a widower who I’ve never seen take advantage of anyone.

It should be an enjoyable afternoon… if I can keep my mind off Lexi. An added bonus is that now every time I look at her, I see her naked body beneath me, her nails scratching along my skin as I bury myself inside her tight warmth.

Not helping your situation, Sam.

Almira never asked why I failed to appear in her room the night before. Hopefully, the copious amounts of champagne caught up with her after a dip in the hot tub. Besides, she had her fancy friends to keep her company.

I had Lexi.

Trouble is, I haven’t had Lexi. But I really want her. My guess is that if we fuck once, I’ll realize that I hyped it up in my mind and everything can go back to normal.

Makes sense, right?

“Can I get you a drink? Some single malt perhaps?” Gianni smiles down at me, his white teeth flashing against his tanned skin.

I have to hand it to the man. He knows how to throw a party. Beautiful babies are everywhere, with several perched on all sides of me. Thankfully, Almira isn’t a jealous woman, not that she and I are in any way exclusive.

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