Page 56 of The Arrogant's Redemption

My whole body tenses, warning me I’m about to come.

I find a relentless rhythm, grinding my hips, driving into her.

I clutch her ass and thrust as deep as I can—until I finally give in to release.

Lazarus

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

After three daysof complete surrender to pleasure, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life, I finally turn my phone back on.

I’m downstairs to see if there is anything we can eat. I’ll have to return to New York later today, but I want to feed her before I leave. I also want to try to convince her to spend next weekend in Manhattan. I could send my private jet to pick her up—if Alexis agrees.

I know there hasn’t been any emergency at the hospital, or my team would have called Morrison’s house. I left the number with my assistant.

Still, as soon as the screen lights up, dozens of messages flood in. All from my brothers.

I tap the screen to call Seth.

"You need to come back to New York,” he says immediately. “I’ve been trying to reach you like crazy for hours."

"What happened?"

"Whatever you do, don’t turn on the news, LJ. I’ll tell you everything when you get here."

"I’m in Cape Cod."

"Cape Cod?"

"At Morrison’s house."

"Get here. Fast."

"Tell me what’s going on."

"Jodie was in a serious accident."

I feel the blood freeze in my veins. "How serious?"

"Very bad."

"I’ll be there as fast as I can."

I head upstairs, and when I open the bedroom door, I see Alexis lying on her stomach, the sheet covering only one side of her ass.

She looks like a goddess in her sleep. Pure and delicious. For a moment, I hesitate to wake her—but I can’t just leave. Not after what we’ve shared.

The decision is taken from me when she shifts in her sleep. At first, she’s smiling—probably dreaming—but then she opens her eyes and blushes, quickly tugging the sheet over her breasts, still marked by my unshaven jaw.

"Hey," I say.

"Did I oversleep?"

"No, but I need to go back to New York." On the way upstairs, I thought about calling the helicopter, but the prep time makes it more practical to drive. I’ll take one of Morrison’s cars.

"Is everything okay?"

How do I explain that my ex-girlfriend was in an accident and is now in critical condition?

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