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The corners of his mouth tugged up a little higher.“That’s because of you.You inspire me, babe.”He reached over and tapped her hand.“You make me want to do better, and I’m not only talking about what we do in bed.”
He placed his hands back on the wheel.“You told me about the breakup song your ex left you with.Know what songI’dpick for you?”
Tongue-tied, she shook her head.
He glanced at her, a sweet smile playing on his lips.“I’d pick ‘Shivers’ by Ed Sheeran.”He hummed the melody.
And there went another hunk of her heart.
Chapter 17
Destiny's Eve
Theirlastnighttogether,and Josh had big plans.Neither of them was going to sleep if he could help it.They lingered over a sunset dinner at the hotel’s restaurant, where, of course, they spotted Neil with yetanotherbuxom companion.Lexi suggested it wasn’t Neil switching partners, but instead, the women bolted after getting a dose of his greasy personality.They shared a good laugh over the ridiculousness that was Neil Afton.It occurred to Josh that if there was a way they could keep their relationship going, they might one day look back on the Neil sightings and laugh all over again at the inside joke only they shared.
They’d enjoyed a bottle of top-shelf champagne during dinner, and once the meal was over, they retired to Lexi’s suite with another unopened bottle of bubbly in hand.Josh stashed it in the fridge, and she climbed into his lap the moment he sat on the couch.
“What do you want to do?”
He wound his arms around her.“To you?So many things.”
“Any fantasies you’d like me to fulfill, sir?”She ground her ass down on his crotch, the minx.
Oh hell yeah.
She gave him a cute little smirk.“Judging by the look in your eyes, I’m guessing that’s a yes.Where do we start?”
He was already hard.Salivating would soon follow.“You know that black mesh thing you wear over your bathing suit?”She nodded as if she knew exactly where he was going with this—maybe because he’d already floated it out there the day they’d driven the coast.“I want you to put that on—with nothing else underneath—along with those black spiky heels.Then I want you to show it off for me.”
“That’s pretty specific,” she laughed.
“I’ve been dreaming about it since the first day I saw you wearing it.Think you can fulfill that fantasy for me, baby girl?”
“I’m on it.”She slid from his lap and paused on her way to the bathroom to turn on every lamp in the room.Before he could ask about the lights, she gave him a sex-kitten look over her shoulder.“This way you can seeeverythingyour filthy heart desires.”
And his filthy heart had many, many desires when it came to his Lexi.
Wait.Ifhecould see, so could everyone else.He stood and rearranged himself, so stiff he could barely walk.“I’m closing the curtains.”His movements jerky, he yanked them a little too hard, almost destroying one rod.
Fidgeting, he made himself sit on the couch and wait for Lexi.What the fuck was up with him?He didn’t ask women to do shit like this.Then again, he couldn’t recall having so many fantasies in such vivid color before.Lexi stirred them up inside him like a wasps’ nest that had just been whacked with a bat.
He also never bought them gifts like the one he’d bought her today.Dinner pitched in his stomach as he thought about giving it to her.
When she finally emerged from the bathroom, he held on to his breath.She executed a languid pirouette, giving him time to take it all in.Lexi was more beautiful every time he saw her, and right now she was sex on steroids wrapped in a jaw-dropping shell.Her creamy skin teased him under the mesh, the fabric both hiding and revealing every inch of her perfect body.The come-fuck-mes with their little black bows tied around her ankles completed the outfit to drool-worthy perfection.
She walked toward him silently, stopped, and angled toward the kitchenette where the fridge and honor bar stood.Here, she pulled out a shooter of Woodford Reserve, which she held up and shook by the neck.
“Yes,” he croaked.“Please.”He neededsomethingto coat his parched throat.
Taking her sweet time, she pulled out a glass, added ice, and cascaded the amber liquid over the cubes.Whether she realized it or not, every time she moved this way or that, she gave him a view of her from every possible angle.His cock stood at full attention to salute her.
When she brought him his drink, she tossed her auburn waves back and bent down, and he got an eye-popping look down the front of the garment—as if he needed the reminder that she didn’t have a stitch on under it.
“See anything you care to touch?”she purred in his ear.
“Everything,” he rasped.His tongue barely worked.
“Hold that thought.”She sashayed back to the kitchenette, giving him an eyeful of her jiggling ass through the peekaboo fabric.She retrieved the champagne bottle from the fridge; he was too spellbound to offer to open it until she’d popped the cork herself and poured the pale liquid into a flute.Her movements were deliberate, unrushed, calculated, and he was captivated by every single one.
