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Me:Umm, either, I guess.

He starts typing immediately. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I uncross my legs, one of my feet falling to the floor where my heel bounces anxiously as his text takes forever to appear on the screen in my hand.

Troy:In bed… everything. How responsive you are to my touch. The sounds you make when I do something right. That you let me explore every inch of you and haven’t stopped me yet. The way you taste.

Once his text comes through, the typing bubble doesn’t come back, so I consider my response for a moment.

Me:I’ve never let anyone do that before.

I imagine his face on the other side of his phone. I wonder if he’s shocked by this information or thinks I’m crazy.

Troy:That’s another reason I like you–you let me throw rocks at your wall to see what’s behind it.

Why I’m allowing it I haven’t quite figured out yet, but I don’t want to stop him. When I finally set my phone down, Mack pushes his notebook to the side, directing his focus on me. “Are you going to tell me what that was about?”

“No.”

He smirks at me before grabbing the remote and flicking on the TV.

CHAPTER TWENTY

LEXY

Troy:(sends picture of motorcycle)

Troy:Freshly washed and ready for a ride.

Me:Is she here?!

Troy:Oh, I was talking about me.He adds a wink emoji.

Me:No. Troy. Just no.

Troy:Oh come on, humor me.

Me:Maybe if your bike was here.

Troy:That thing really does it for you, huh?

Me:I did picture fucking you on it. Have you done it? Is it tricky?

Troy:Oh yeah? I’ve never tried. But willing to test it out with you. Can’t say the thought hasn’t crossed my mind.

Me:Too bad it’s not here then.

Troy:That decision will continue to bite me in the ass, won’t it?

Me:Probably.

Troy:How can I make it up to you?

Me:You tell me.

Troy:I have some ideas. I’ll show you. Tonight?

Me:I get off at two.

It’s 2:05 a.m. when I pull into my complex, which is pretty good considering I live five minutes from work, and we don’t do last call until 1:45. I realized how on top of my side work I was all night. It usually doesn’t take me long to finish up once we close, but it’s like I was in a hurry tonight. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out why, despite my constant denial. I don’t know if I’m willing to let my growing feelings toward him overpower my insecurities about this. Apparently, sex is overpowering all of it right now. It’s just so good.

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