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“What?” I breathe as I rock my hips up against his. I watch the almost pained look on his face as he leans down to kiss me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans against my lips. “I see it every day, but watching the lust and pleasure swim around in your pretty eyes, the way your mouth opens with every thrust I push into you.” To emphasize, he pushes into the hilt several times. “But really, it’s the way you are looking at me. It’s almost too much.” He lets out a small laugh before thrusting into me again. He growls loudly as I squeeze my walls around his cock and meet his thrusts.
“How.” I pant out and arch my back. “How do I look at you… Oh, right there.” A whimper escapes my mouth as I dig my nails into his firm shoulder blades.
He doesn’t answer; he just stares at me, and I’m okay with it. The way he’s staring at me is overpowering, like I’m a priceless treasure. I can feel him in my mind, body, and soul.
“Fox,” I manage as I feel myself getting closer. Am I really going to say it? I open my mouth to speak. I see the look of almost panic in his eyes, and in an instant, he captures my lips. I let out a long cry against his mouth as he fills me with his release. His rough movements send me over the edge, causing me to break the kiss and roll my head back as I cry out in pleasure as I explode around him.
As we come back down, lips still together, tongues dancing, I decide to leave what I was going to say unspoken. This, right now, is perfect, and I want to enjoy it.
Groaning,I wake up and smile softly as I feel the familiar weight of Fox on my chest. Looking down, I find him nuzzled in my bare breasts, his hair splayed out, framing his face. He looks so peaceful. I hate having to move, but I desperately need to pee.
I slide out from under him just in time for Winston to climb up the bed and stare at me. I pet his head to stop him from letting out a loud meow before walking toward the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” Fox grumbles, still half asleep. My body freezes, and I clutch at my heart as I turn to stare at him.
“I need to pee, though I just about wet myself, thanks to you.” He lets out a sleepy laugh that would be super adorable if I wasn’t actually about to wet myself. “I am getting hungry, so you should think about feeding me.” He gives me a lazy wave as I walk out of the bedroom. Just as I sit down, I hear my phone go off and groan. “Can you answer that, and if it’s Ren, tell her to hang on a second?” I call out and snicker when I hear him grumbling about having to get up.
After washing my hands and grabbing a shirt hanging on the bathroom door, I slip it on and walk back to the bedroom to find Fox sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at my phone. The muscle in his jaw is ticking like mad.
“Who was it?” I whisper, unsure as to why the room suddenly feels so heavy.
Fox’s stare meets mine, and he looks hurt and sad. I don’t understand what’s happened in the minutes I was gone. I stare at him and then back to my phone.
“Fox?” I say again, feeling my anxiety rise.
Fox shakes himself out of whatever thoughts were going through his mind before holding his hand out and offering me my phone. “A Brandon Stephens fromBliss Tripscalled,” his voice is hoarse and distant, and I feel like a wall is being built between us.
My heart falls to my stomach and I watch in fear as Fox stands and starts to get dressed.
“W-What did he say?” I ask cautiously as he roughly yanks his jeans up.
Running his hands through his hair, Fox grabs a hair tie off his nightstand and pulls his hair back, letting out a dry laugh. “Well, he wants to know if you have a preference between window and aisle seats for your flight to Chicago.”
Shit.
“Fox…” I say calmly as I hold my shaky hands out. “Wait, the guy is jumping the gun, okay? I never confirmed that I was going to Chicago to meet them.”
His hazel eyes fix on me, and I can see the hurt in them. “But you knew about the job. You knew you were thinking about going, and you didn’t bother to mention it to me?”
“God,” I groan in frustration. “No, alright, just… Stop talking for a minute. Look, when you were in Vegas and I went to the meet and greet,Bliss Tripswas the only company that gave me five minutes. So yes, I did talk to them about a possible job. But Fox, that was before you and I…” My eyes go soft, and I grab his hand. “I never heard back from them, and I completely forgot about them until this morning. He sent me an email while I was with Sunday and Ren.”
Fox stares at me for a moment before exhaling a breath. “Do you want to go?”
I look at him and smile as I place a hand on either side of his face. “Fox, I have real feelings for you, and the last thing I would want to do is jeopardize our future over some silly influencer job. I want to be with you.”
The look on his face isn’t one of relief, it’s more like guilt. It’s there, only for a second, before he shoots me a smile and kisses the top of my head. “Come on, baby doll, let's get you something to eat.”
THIRTY-THREE
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“Alright, boys! Give your mama a smile!” Janie says while holding her phone out to take a photo of Atlas, Ash, Derek, and me while we stand in front of the baggage claim in the Miami Airport. She seems unsatisfied with our half-smile, half-grimace expressions but wisely chooses to stay quiet. It’s been an exhausting day. The plane ride took about six hours, and I white-knuckled the armrest for two of them as we went through a mild thunderstorm, as the pilot called it.
Meanwhile, our plane was shaking and losing altitude. When we landed, I announced I would drive back to Los Angeles, causing everyone to roll their eyes and laugh, but I’m not kidding. Fuck that plane.
Besides the flight from hell, Florida is in a different time zone, so we’re tired, jet-lagged, and starving. Ash suggested we grab food from the food court, but Derek pitched a fit, stating it’s a recipe for food poisoning. At this point, I’m so fucking hungry I’ll eat right out of the trash.
