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Her hands come to rest on my waist as she nods. “I do.”

“That’s all that matters then.”

I need this. I need her. Whatever she needs to tell me, I don’t care.

Sinking into the tub, I take her hand and help her join me. She rests against me, her back to my chest, hands on my thighs. We sit like that for a while, silent and content with her fingers running up and down my legs until I hear her clear her throat.

“You okay?” I ask.

“Yeah. I just…” She pauses, the hesitation in her silence deafening.

I urge her to continue. “Just what?”

“I’ve never had a one-night stand run me a bath before.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“It’s an unexpected thing. A good, unexpected thing.”

I nibble on her ear. “And who said anything about this being a one-night stand? I have every intention of there being a repeat… or two.”

“Carter, there’s something I really need to tell you.”

“We can do the whole getting to know each other next time. Right now, princess, the only sound I want to hear from you are moans.”

Lowering my hand between her thighs, a gasp escapes her as my finger slides inside her. She presses into my hand as her body writhes against it. Just when I think she’s reached her breaking point, she moves.

“What the…” I begin to protest.

Her lips cover mine, silencing me.

“You’re an amazing man, Carter Wallace,” she says before she slides onto me.

My head falls back onto the tub, and I’m in heaven.

Chapter5

Lexie

My body collapses against the closed door to my apartment.

The night was a magical whirlwind. So unexpected. So wonderful.

As unexpected as the night had been, Carter was even more so. Where I expected him to be cocky, he was kind. Where I expected him to be a player, he drew me a bubble bath. The man is what romantic dreams and romance novels are made of. Of all the preconceived notions I had about him, only one rang true—the man was epic in bed. All six foot five inches of him and his pure muscle rocked my world.

Amazing as he is, he’s also someone I should never have gotten involved with. I should have stopped things the minute he approached me. I should have been upfront and told him who I was and exactly why he should stay away from me.

For my sake.

For his.

One touch was all it took for him to sweep me off my feet. Kismet. Fate. That’s what it felt like being with him. How was I to know that I would like him? Who would have thought a rising star quarterback would be gentle, kind, and so very sweet?

Seriously, who runs someone a bubble bath? Especially someone who should be nothing more than a one-night stand. Bubbles, sex, splashing in the tub—that shit is fiction, right out of a rom-com.

Not real.

Doesn’t happen.

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