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Like I’m worth it.
And Zeke made me feel all those things. Tonight, this swaggering kid with the perpetual hard-on saw through my shit and went all in for me, giving me exactly what he knew I needed. There’s bound to be fallout, I’m sure. This isn’t something we can reallycontinue, after all.
But for right now? Until tomorrow morning when the lights come on and the spell is broken? I’m going to go right on pretending I’m a goddess—and that Zeke Holloway isn’t, in fact, twenty-fucking-three.
eighteen
ZEKE
Ahazy stream of sunlight hits my face and I roll over, flinging an arm over my eyes. It can’t be morningalready, can it? I just need five more minutes. Five more… minutes…
I breathe deeply, settling back into the warmth of the pillow, when the scent of coconut shampoo wafts over me. My memory stirs, and my eyes flick open, pulling me back into reality.
Autumn’s sitting on the edge of the bed in only her lacy bra and that sweet, sweet thong. As she pulls her discarded t-shirt from the night before down over her head, the last of my sleep dissipates and everything comes flooding back to me. Autumn’s tongue on my stomach, my teeth sinking into her ass cheek. How soft and pale her neck looked as I yanked her hair and made her scream my name.
I grin to myself, just thinking about it.
“Sorry,” Autumn says, seeing that I’m awake. “I was trying not to wake you. I’ve got to get to the store. It’s already nine fifteen.”
“You were just gonna leave?”
Autumn shrugs. She gives me an embarrassed kind of smile. “You were sleeping really soundly.”
As Autumn starts to shimmy into her jeans, I’m instantly aware that I woke up hard. My cock’s like the freaking Washington monument under these sheets, and watching Autumn pull those jeans up around her thighs is… pleasing to look at. To say the least.
I know she’s gotta go to work, but I can be fast.
Still under the sheets, I slide across the bed toward her, hooking my finger beneath the top of her thong and giving it a gentle snap. I raise my eyebrows at her, flash her my naughtiest smile. “Give me ten minutes. I promise I’ll get you good and awake.”
Autumn shoots me the kind of placating look a parent might give a toddler who’s trying to butter them up for candy. She ignores the thong snap and pulls her jeans up over her gorgeous ass.
“Ouch,” I say, feigning a grimace that’s more real than I’d like to admit. “I thought I did good work last night.”
“You did excellent work last night,” Autumn says. She stands, buttons her jeans, and moves to sweep her hair up into a bun in front of the mirror. “But now it’s morning, and I’ve got stuff to do. I’ll let you know if the ghost shows up again—but everything feels better in the light of day, so I’m staying optimistic.”
She surveys her hair in the mirror, then, with a satisfied nod, makes her way to the door. I’m still sitting up in bed, trying to hide the tent of my cock beneath the folds of the sheets, just grinning at her like some kind of seductive fool. I’mreallynot used to being turned down, and I’m not gonna lie—it kinda stings. I need to get myself together.
“Right,” I say, swiping a hand through my hair. It’s all I can think to do. “And speaking of—is next Thursday good? To, uh… re-film?”
Autumn gives a curt nod. “Sure. We’ll be in touch.”
“We’ll be in touch,” I agree, echoing her phrasing even though I hate it. It sounds so… distant. Like fucking LinkedIn or something. Not like two people who just devoured each other eight hours ago.
On her way out the door, Autumn pauses. She looks back at me, pink creeping into her freckled, porcelain cheeks. “Oh, uh—could we maybe keep this between us? Last night, I mean.”
I’m caught off guard, but plaster on a grin, anyway. “You think I kiss and tell?”
“No, no,” Autumn rushes to say, clearly embarrassed. “No, it’s just—I wanted to be on the same page. Like, for Will and Lydia’s sake, I don’t think anyone should find out. It might be weird.”
I wave a hand. “You’re good, hot stuff. I’m not gonna tell.”
“Great,” Autumn says, beaming. She blows me a kiss and pulls the door shut, leaving me sitting on the bed, surrounded by rumpled sheets, and sporting a boner that could poke someone’s eye out.
Does she really think I’m going to go spread this around? And to who? All the little old ladies of Hawthorne Bay—the ones I’msotight with? Get real. I’m pretty sure if Will finds out I screwed Lydia’s best friend, he’ll haul my ass out of town and beat me himself—because he knows how I am. He knows what I do to girls. Although, honestly, I’m not even sure he could catch me. I’m pretty quick on my feet and he’s all massive and bulky. It’d be like a rhino trying to chase an ostrich.
Anyway, whatever. That’s not the point. Autumn doesn’t need to worry. I’m not going to go around bragging that I banged her. But now that she explicitly asked me not to—while blushing, no less…
I don’t love it. It makes me feel like I’m… I don’t know. Something to hide.
