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Even so, I can’t help being moved by his story. I’m just an ordinary girl. No one has done anything even close to this. The father of my child deserted me. So what if Devin Gamble is being whimsical?
“What’re you thinking in your pretty little head?” he whispers into my ear.
His gruff voice and his warm breath plug a string in me again. Oh God. I’m in love with this man, and I don’t care why he’s here and what he wants from me. I only know I can’t get enough of him.
I stroke his cheek and whisper, “you!” and then I kiss his neck, tracing the indents of his six-pack and the top of his V line. By the time I get below his waist, he is again fully erect. I don’t hesitate to slide down his lap and enclose hard flesh with my lips.
Devin groans. “Lexi, sweetheart. I didn’t know you were so …wicked.”
I don’t either. Truth is I’ve never done it, not even with Jackson! I was too young back then and didn’t really enjoy sex. I thought giving a guy head was gross, but now, I have the urge to do it, to pleasure the man in front of me. The man who was unreachable just two weeks ago. The man who was regarded as God by millions of women on earth. He barely knew me, and yet he took a risk just for me.
I suck on his hard, thick manhood, sweeter than any candy I’ve tasted in my life. The lust in his eyes spurs me on. I sink deeper, letting the smooth, silky crown rub against my throat, passing the roof of my mouth.
I fight against the urge to gag, driven by my desire to please him.
His hardness throbs in my mouth, and he grips my shoulders. “Fuck, Lexi. It’s heaven up there.”
I smile. His satisfaction spurs me on, and I move faster and let it sink deeper into me.
His cock throbs as his body trembles. “I’m gonna come, baby, let me out.”
I don’t listen. Instead, I cradle his balls and squeeze them slightly, making him growl like an animal and explode in my mouth. I swallow his sweet man juice quickly, not letting a drop leak out of my mouth.
“Jesus, Lexi,” he kisses my ear as he speaks. “You’re one naughty little girl. Have you done it a lot?”
“No, Devin. Believe it or not, I’ve just given you my first blow job.”
“Good,” he says. “Because your little hot mouth is also mine from now on!”
I shiver because he sounds so possessive. “Yes, sir.”
His eyes turn dark right away. “Lexi, you’re letting the animal in me out of its cage. I’m afraid I can’t control it.”
“What do you mean?” I ask innocently, although I’m thrilled to guess his meaning. “What do you want to do?”
He breathes heavily as if to regain self-control, “I want you to spend the night here and let me fuck you six ways to Sunday!”
Oh, my God! My sex clenches at the promise. “Okay,” I mumble.
He smiles. “Let’s start with a shower,” he says as he gets up, holding me in his arms. My legs wrapping around his waist, and my arms circling his neck, as he walks us to the bathroom.
Chapter 12
Devin
I didn’t think I could keep my secret long, but didn’t expect news travel so fast either.
The day after my dinner with Lexi, a picture of us dining together appeared on the Internet. I have no idea who took the picture. It could be the waitress who served us, or it could be any of the diners that were there at the time. Fortunately, no one has been able to trace my whereabouts to Sunnywood yet. Besides, I’m too happy to let the online talks bother me.
Lexi doesn’t completely trust me yet and is feeling insecure about our relationship. This is totally understandable. I don’t blame her, especially with my reputation of being a player. All I need is patience. Time will prove that my feelings for her are sincere, and I’m not here for a casual fling. I’ve kept my hands off her since then to prove my point, although God knows it takes me Herculean effort to see her without touching her. It’s Friday again, and we’re going to another vineyard restaurant for dinner. I’ve gotten her a new dress, and I can’t wait to see her in it—and to take it off her. Damn. I’d better not let my thoughts go there if I want my sanity.
As I promised, I’m babysitting Jimmy for her in the mornings. It’s quite enjoyable because Jimmy is a sweet little boy. He does what I say most of the time, although sometimes he can be rebellious. Sometimes we play board games, and other times I teach him to play the piano. The boy is incredibly smart. In just a few days, he’s able to play some short children’s tunes without any mistakes.
We’re feeding the squirrels in the garden when a taxi stops in front of the vineyard’s office. And when the door of the car opens, I see at first a stiletto-clad skinny leg, and then a tall woman with pale skin and fire-engine lipstick, her hair pulled back into a severe bun. Shit. Amanda Barker, my publicist and manager.
Not wanting her to make a fuss, I call to her as soon as she approaches the building, and gesture her my way.
She smirks when she spots me, and she walks toward me, throwing her narrow hips.
