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Glancing at him once more, I take in the soft features of his face. How relaxed he is laying next to me. From the curves of his cheeks to the strong narrow line of his jaw. He’s gorgeous, in a manly kind of way. As if he senses me watching him, a small smile forms across his lips as his hand comes around my bare waist, pulling me closer to him.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispers groggily. “Find something you like?”

At his question, the thick hard length of his cock presses against my thigh, causing my core to ache with desire regardless of the soreness that still lays there from the night before. He’s like a drug, addicting and controlling at the same time. A combination that makes him completely irresistible the moment he gets his hands on me.

“You can say that,” I finally admit. His body quickly comes to hover over mine as his face finds the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.

“You smell divine.”

I smell like I need a shower. I can’t help but laugh as I shake my head, his face lifting so that his eyes are staring down into mine. “I need a shower… I smell like sex.”

“Exactly,” he replies. “You smell like me… and every bit of cum I left on you.”

Regardless of how derogative what he said sounds, it excites me. My legs wrap around his waist as I roll my hips against his own before leaning up to brush my lips against his. The hunger within him ignites once more as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding within the depths of my mouth causing a moan to escape me.

It’s clear that he wants another round, and honestly, so do I. Because if this is what I have to look forward to, I don’t want him to ever leave.

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"By the time we finally get out of bed, and I’m able to get food in my stomach, it’s close to noon. My body is sore, and my mind is slightly clearer than it has been in a while. I never considered that I’d have had Jaxson in my bed, or doing the devilish things he’s done to me.

But I did.

And every part of me feels lighter than air about it. That is until I remind myself once more that it’s not going to last long. Sitting upon the bar stool at my kitchen island, I try to savor the flavor of my French press coffee while going through my phone. Usually, the familiar task helps to dull my constantly turning mind. But not today.

The small doubts of darkness rising within my mind as I try to remind myself not to become attached are frustrating. Jaxson and I are just friends who happen to… have fun together. Not to mention we have the show. And when it’s all said and done, he will be going back to New York just as he has always planned. So why does everything seem so difficult to accept?

“Thanks for the shower…" Jaxson murmurs against my ear as he comes up behind me. His voice startles me for a moment, but the instant the smell of my vanilla body wash wraps around me, I can’t hold back the low chuckle that escapes my lips as he kisses the side of my face.

“Well, I have to make sure you’re somewhat presentable today.”

His brows raise slightly at my comment as I glance at him from over my shoulder. “Is that right? And why do I have to be presentable?”

Shrugging slightly, I step from his grasp, reaching to grab a glass of iced tea I’d poured for him only a few moments before he walked out from the bedroom. “Well,” I reply, turning to hand it to him. “You never know when there could be a camera lurking around.”

Soft laughter escapes him as he takes the glass, bringing it to his lips while staring at me. No matter the doubt that continues to fill me, I can’t help but wonder how all of this has been possible. How after so many years of wanting him, then forgetting the idea of wanting him—that I now have the chance to have him. That after so long, Jaxson Rivers finally sees me.

“As much as I would usually love the idea of being in front of a camera with you… today isn’t the day for that.” Placing down the glass, he reaches out, grasping my waist as he pulls me closer to him. “Today, I just want to spend time with you.”

The heat of a blush spreads across my cheeks at his words. “You’re just saying that.”

“Not at all,” he replies, his brows knitting together in confusion. “I don’t want to miss a second of time with you.”

“Would that be in bed or…”

“Well,” he rumbles as he takes my lips with his own, while running a hand down over my ass before giving it a playful swat that causes me to jump. “As much as just staying in bed with you sounds enticing… I thought you might do something else with me. Today, that is…”

“Oh really?” I ask, my lip falling between my teeth as I gaze up at him from under my lashes. “What do you want to do today?”

His smile widens as he lets go of me, taking a step back to grab his glass of ice tea. Something in the nature of how he’s acting is more mischievous than I expect. The man is up to something, but the question is… what?

“I’m actually planning to meet with a realtor in about…” he pulls out his phone and checks the time. “Thirty minutes… I need to get a place here temporarily so that I’m not staying at the hotel anymore, and I’d really like to have your input.”

My input?

I’m honestly not sure why he would want my input on where he wants to live over the next few months while we are filming, but I don’t object. “If that’s what you want.”

“Perfect!” He exclaims, clapping his hands together as he finishes off the tea in his glass. “Well, why don’t we get going then. We don’t want to be late.”

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