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I scour his face, trying to find any hint he’s lying because I don’t believe it. How could Alex have stayed single this entire year? Has heseenhimself?
“Oh, comeon.” I laugh. “You’re telling me that you haven’t dated at all this year?”
I don’t know why I’m trying to make a joke about it.
But his admission comes with a weight that feels like it could crush me.
Once again, I’m reminded of my own stubbornness. That I spent nine months alone and pregnant when we could have done it together, because of assumptions I made.
He shrugs one shoulder. It’s casual, but it comes with that same confidence that oozes out of him, whether he knows it or not, and it hits me right in the chest.
“I told you the other night. Since I left Aspen, you’re all I’ve thought about. You were the last person I had sex with. There’s been no one else.”
I stare at the stockings he hung for us, at the tree he bought for me, and wait for the same question to be asked. When it doesn’t come, I know I’m not going to ruin the moment by offering up my own experience, so I try to find the words to tell him how I feel.
But I can’t.
Instead, I twist away from his hold and shimmy myself out of the sweatpants.
Alex is already hard by the time I unbuckle his jeans and pull him free. Straddling his lap, he lets out a deep groan as I grip his cock, squeezing enough that his head falls back with a hissed “fuck” before his eyes are with me again, holding mine.
Swiping the end of his cock through my slick center, I rise and guide him inside me. Alex’s teeth grit, but for me, the delicious sensation of him stretching me out as I slowly lower myself has my chest stuttering and my thighs shaking.
Leaning forward, he finds the crook of my neck with his lips as warm hands push under my hoodie, sliding up my spine and around until they cup my breasts. I can’t see what he’s doing, and it only works to heighten the rest of my senses when his thumb brushes over my peakednipples.
“Ahhh, God.Alex.”
“So perfect, so fucking perfect,” he groans as I lower myself again, finding his mouth as my ass hits his lap.
Heat pools in the base of my spine. Tongues tangle together. He swallows my moans and grips me tight. Fingers dig into my hips as he rocks me, controlling our movement. I know it’s to prolong this, but I’m already too far gone.
“More,” I mutter against his lips, and I feel his cock thicken before he drives into me. Hard. “Fuck, Alex. I’m so close.”
Wrapping his fist in my hair, he pulls my head back. Blue eyes bore into mine. “Come for me, Hayve. I want to watch you come.”
He thrusts into me, and I’m done for. And the second my pussy clenches, Alex cries out, and I feel him shooting inside me. My name on his lips like it never left.
I collapse onto him, my face buried in his neck while we catch our breath, and one thought goes around my head.
This is what happiness feels like.
CHAPTER 20
Alexander
“Hey, do you have a minute?”
Lando checks his watch, then looks back up at me standing in the door to his study and nods. “Actually, I can give you between ten and twenty.”
“Why, Your Grace, I’m honored,” I say, with a dramatic clasp to my chest, and plop down into one of the big leather wingback chairs opposite his desk, next to Hamish stretched out on the rug.
They’re deep maroon leather, with brass studs lining the edges and, along the curves where everyone’s rested or rubbed their hands over the years, a little worn and could probably do with being repaired. But these chairs were my father’s, and every time I sit in them, it takes me back to my childhood, when I’d come into his study and lounge in them with a book while he worked. Sometimes I’d fall asleep, only to wake up with a blanket over me.
“So what’s up?” my brother asks, pulling me away from my trip down memory lane.
“What’s happening in ten or twenty minutes?”
“I’m leaving for London.”
