Page 106 of In Plain Sight

He accepted me for who I was, and that was as freeing as it was exhilarating.

He ran his fingers through my hair soothingly. “You were so good for me,” he said, his voice so quiet it was almost a whisper.

“Yeah?” I sighed dreamily, letting myself relax against him and enjoying the last of the afterglow.

“Yes. You were perfect, Luka.”

My chest tightened with something I couldn’t name.

“You made me feel so good. Made me come so hard.”

“I didn’t wait for you,” I said softly, some of my faculties coming back to me. “I came before you said I could.”

He tucked one knuckle under my chin and tipped my face up. “That was so hot. I came at the same time as you.”

“You did?”

“Yeah.” He pecked a soft kiss against my lips. “It was amazing.”

Warmth filled me at his tender expression, and I grinned like a moron as the good feels from my orgasm lingered.

Now that my brain was back online, I took a moment to admire him. His eyes were sex drunk and a bit sleepy, and his cheeks were flushed. A few tendrils of hair had fallen free from his bun, falling around his face and framing his incredible jawline.

One lock rested against his lip. Lifting my hand, I gently brushed it back, then pressed my mouth to his in a soft kiss.

He sighed and rolled us so I was on my back and he lay over me.

Our kisses were slow and languid, and my head was spinning when he finally pulled away.

He brushed his thumb over my cheekbone, then down my nose and across my bottom lip. His smile was tender and so full of affection that my heart did a weird skittering beat as I stared up at the man I was falling for.

“Can I ask you something?” I blurted before I said something I couldn’t take back.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk-smile. “I think we’re past the point where you need to ask if you can ask me something.”

I huffed out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, we definitely are. It’s just, I’m not sure how to ask this without sounding crazy.”

He raised one eyebrow. “Now I’m really curious.”

Another nervous laugh escaped me. “Your hair. When you pulled it back earlier… That wasn’t just to keep it off your face, was it?”

An embarrassed look crossed his features. “No. It’s… I’m not sure how to describe it, really. I guess it would be the same as putting on a sexy outfit or lighting candles or whatever gets you in the mood. It’s my way of slipping into my other persona.”

“That’s really hot, and really fucking annoying.”

He let out a bark of laughter. “Annoying? How?”

“Because you wear your hair like that at work,” I said incredulously. “How am I supposed to spend all day in the shop with you when you’re wearing your sex hair and not give this away?” I motioned between us. “I might have to start tucking because coveralls leavenothingto the imagination.”

Zander’s laugh was loud and booming and one of the sweetest sounds I’d ever heard. He didn’t laugh like that often, not that I’d seen. I liked that he was comfortable enough to be himself, the same as I felt with him.

“Now you’ll understand my pain.” He smirked. “Your coveralls are ridiculously tight around your ass. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve had to hide behind my worktable after you’ve bent over in those things?”

I grinned mischievously at him. “Want to know a secret?”

“Tell me.”

“I have two other pairs that fit properly. I wore the tight ones on purpose, hoping you might like what you saw.” My cheeks went hot at my confession.

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