Page 29 of Easton

I felt warmth emanating from him as he stood so close behind me, his hand on the pull of my zipper. He was clearly distracted by my bare back, so much so that he wouldn’t even meet my gaze in the mirror as he began zipping me up—oh so slowly.

It was tortuous, and it was hot.

Iwas hot, my skin screaming for his touch.

When our eyes finally met in the mirror, I could see how much he wanted me.

Hell, I wanted him too.

But we can’t ever act on an impulse. We have too much to lose. That’s why I said his name, breaking him from whatever illicit thoughts were running through his mind.

Probably the same thoughts as mine, to be honest.

I gave him a knowing grin. But then he shot me one, too, when he caught me glancing down at his junk as I turned to face him.

Okay, I was curious to see if he was aroused.

I know I sure was.

But, again, we have to stop that.

We can’t screw up this fake marriage, damn it!

Easton is only with me as a favor and fulfillment of a promise. It’s all about the trust fund money. I need to remember that.

Speaking of those funds, while Easton has been away, I’ve been busy meeting with my financial advisers and attorneys. I’ve diversified my portfolio for maximum gains, and the charitable foundation we want to create for the children’s hospital is just about set up.

My lawyers have been in talks with the Bears, and thankfully they’re going to allow Easton to represent the foundation in his role as a professional hockey player. That will bring so much more visibility to our endeavor.

I can’t believe how everything is working out.

But truly what I’m most pumped about is that the team is coming home today.

Easton will be back.

Yay!

Even though we’ve texted and talked over the past week and a half that he’s been out of town, it’s not the same. We’ve really just discussed my meetings and how our new charitable foundation is coming along.

But damn it, I miss spending time with him.

We haven’t mentioned it in our calls or texts, but after that charity dinner, we kind of avoided each other for the few days he was still here.

Then he left to go on the road.

I just want everything back to normal. I’m hoping we can return to our routine of sitting out by the pool and catching up, as well as taking walks.

Maybe we can even do one of those things tonight. It’s after three, so Easton should be back any minute now.

That reminds me—I better check on the homemade lasagna I put in the oven a while ago. It’s probably just about done.

Yep, I made us dinner.

I hope he likes it.

It’s my mom’s recipe, and I remember from the past that when he’d come over to have dinner with us, he especially loved my mom’s lasagna. He said back then that it was “the best” he’d ever had.

High praise, and that’s why I made it today. I also threw together a mixed green salad as an accompaniment.

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