“Would you like it, Andrea, if someone was watching us right now?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Look at how far you’ve gone… Do you think they’d like what they’d see?” He kisses the curve between my throat and my shoulder and then bites hard on the flesh, sending an electric jolt right to my clit.
“Yes! Please, Lex, more…”
“You really are an indecent little slut,” he grunts, compliantly fucking me harder, his fingers on my clit hastening.
“Aaah, fuck!”
“Say it, Andrea. Say you’re my little slut.”
I should probably fight it, but I’m on the brink of tilting into bliss, so I cry out, “I’m your little slut.”
And I really am. I’m a filthy, greedy, and naughty slut for him. Only him.
He comes with what sounds like a surprised groan, hips drilling into me as he erupts inside me for the sixth time tonight. And I follow him, for the seventeenth time, spasming around his pulsing cock as he empties himself.
We’re absolutely not recreating all this for his birthday. This was a once-in-a-lifetime kind of night, and I’m never attempting this again.
We come down together as his delicate lips draw random shapes on my shoulders and neck, surprising me once more with how he can be rough one instant and tender the next. In front of us, the sun is now out, bathing us in its early light. Now that I’m not as much in the throes of passion as before, I glimpse at the building in front of us, anxiously scanning the windows.
“Do you think anyone actually saw us?” I worriedly ask.
Lex pushes my damp hair to the side and lovingly kisses my nape. “It’s one-way glass. No one saw.”
A reassured sigh escapes me as I gaze up at him. He knew it the whole time but let me enjoy the idea. “You’re something else, Coleman,” I giggle.
“Did you really think I’d allow anyone to see my woman like this?”
His woman… Damn, that sounds good.
He backs away to slip out of me and then spins me around to pick me up in his strong arms. I dip my nose in the crook of his neck to breathe him in as he carries me back to the bed.
“You’ve earned your twenty-four hours of rest,” he murmurs as he lays me onto it.
“So did you,” I answer, pulling him closer to me as he joins me under the sheets.
There’s a wet towel from earlier on the nightstand, and he uses it between my legs, gently cleaning me up before taking care of himself. Then, as if spending the entire night plastered onto one another wasn’t enough, he welcomes me in his arms as we settle in for the night. Or rather, the day.
“Iris, close the curtains,” he calls out.
Hidden curtains I’ve never seen before roll out from each side of the floor-to-ceiling windows, slowly plunging us into darkness. Once there isn’t even a single ray of the morning sun filtering through, he tightens his hold on me like I’m his favorite plush toy and whispers.
“Good night, freckles.”
“Good night, baby.”
I wriggle closer to him, smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt. God, I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy and content, and I’ve led a pretty good life so far.
This is my man. Lex.MyLex.
I love him so fucking much.
Chapter 20
Although I’ve never believed in any form of powerful entity controlling our lives from above, watching the woman deeply asleep next to me makes me wonder if someone isn’t pulling strings somewhere. It’s easier to believe in that than to think of the countless parameters that led Andrea into my life. She’s too perfect for me, too perfect at all, to be the result of millions of small coincidences.
