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“Most anything except sci-fi,” I answer while cracking open two beers.

“Same. Have you seenThe Heatwith Melissa McCarthy and Sandra Bullock? It’s a comedy. I haven’t, but Horse and Pigeon were re-enacting scenes from it, and that was funny as hell. Actually, it was a little sad because both of them were acting like they wereCharlie’s Angelsor some shit. Anyway, it might be fun.”

“No, I haven’t. I like anything Melissa’s in, so, yeah, let’s try that,” I answer before taking a sip of beer.

Finding the movie, Rex hits play. Within minutes, we’re both laughing our asses off and snacking off the platter. Being with him is easy, I realize. No pressure, no awkward silences, easy conversation, and a peacefulness I didn’t expect. If only his phone wasn’t chirping with texts and calls constantly, that is. After declining the third call, Rex turns to me with an apologetic look.

“You’re in high demand. I get it,” I say before he can speak. “If anything is important and you have to leave, I’ll understand.”

“None of it is important. They’re just used to me always working, always being available to answer questions, calls, or texts. I’m taking tonight off, and I want to spend the evening with you, not my phone,” Rex says in a serious tone.

“Then hit play, and we’ll pretend your phone isn’t here,” I reply and then lean against his side.

Tossing his phone on the end table, Rex rearranges himself, then me so that he’s leaning into the corner of the couch with me pulled tight to his side, arm over my shoulders. Enjoying the full contact, I turn to say as much but stop when I see the look in his eyes.

Placing his palm on my cheek, Rex stares into my eyes before his drop to my mouth. Slowly, his head lowers until our mouths meet. Carefully, gently, he explores my mouth while his hand moves to cup my neck. His tongue glides along mine, and things go from gentle to hot in a nanosecond. Mouths still connected, I end up moving until I’m straddling Rex’s legs. I don’t know if I moved myself there or he moved me, but I like all the parts of us that are now in contact.

Gliding my hands across his chest, I let my fingers explore. At the same time, Rex’s hands grip my hips and pulls them down harder against himself. Feeling what I’m doing to him, I roll my hips and then swallow his groan. Gripping my ass, Rex slides his hands up and under the hem of my shirt until they reach bare skin. Spreading his fingers wide, gripping my midsection, Rex nips my bottom lip before moving his mouth to my neck.

“Please,” I breathe out before grinding down on his hardened cock.

“Please what, Aria? Tell me what you want,” Rex murmurs against my collarbone.

“Touch me, please.”

His hands glide up my sides until his thumbs graze the bottom of my breasts. Flicking them back and forth, I realize he’s teasing me by not touching them the way I need him too. I raise up slightly on my knees, reach below me, and grip his cock through his jeans. Rubbing my palm up and down, I watch his eyes slowly close. Dropping my mouth back to his, I catch his sigh as he exhales.

I start to protest when I suddenly lose his hands but bite back my response when my shirt is lifted. Lowering my body back down to his, I lift both arms and wait for my shirt to disappear over them. When it does, I reward both of us by grinding against his length again.

“Fuck, Aria,” Rex says quietly, and I open my eyes to see his glued to my breasts in their lacy demi-cup bra.

A shiver runs up my spine in the most delicious way when he scrapes his thumbnails across my hardened nipples. He repeats the gesture, and it’s my turn to exhale a sigh.

Instead of pulling my bra off, he lowers the cups so they support the weight of my breasts, pushing them together and higher. Pinching and rolling my nipples with his thumbs and forefingers, pleasure shoots through my core.

“God, yes. Please, Rex,” I beg in a husky whisper.

I get another shiver when his lips wrap around one nipple before sucking it into his mouth. At the same time, he palms my otherbreast and gently kneads it. Reaching my hands downward, I slide my ass backward enough to find his belt. I unbuckle it and pull it loose.

Rex switches breasts and continues to pleasure both of them while I struggle to get his jeans open. After a moment, I get frustrated, and without thinking, jerk my head downward to see what the problem is. In doing so, my forehead collides with Rex’s hard. Startled out of the moment by pain, we both pull back and groan. Looking at his already battered face, guilt flashes through me.

“Oh my God, Rex. I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” I ask, frantic that he’s been injured again.

“Yeah. Shit, that hurt. You okay?” he asks but does so with his eyes closed, and I know instinctively he’s breathing through the pain.

Cupping both sides of his face with my hands, I look him over carefully. At least he didn’t take a direct hit to his nose again. Fighting a rueful laugh, I lean forward and rest my forehead against his. He flinches at the contact then relaxes. His arms wrap around my torso, and we just stay still and hold each other.

“We got carried away and forgot you’re not supposed to do anything strenuous for a few days,” I whisper.

“That wasn’t strenuous. That was pure pleasure,” he argues, but I can sense the smile in his voice.

“Yeah, it was. So much so, I didn’t even notice your phone sounding off,” I say with a small laugh.

“Me neither, and that’s a first. I much prefer your naked breasts over a phone any day, though.”

I laugh and sit upright on his lap. The moment is lost, and we both know it. His hands help me straighten my bra, and he grabs my shirt, helping me back into it before it drops to my hips.

“I’m sorry I ruined tonight,” I say softly with a twinge of guilt in my voice.

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