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A beautiful pink tinges her cheeks. “I did. That okay? It’s one of my favorite movies of all time.”

“It’s my favorite, too.”

“Well then, I suggest you listen to my proposition.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Chapter Eighteen

Chloe

As soon asI spot his bedroom, I dive on the bed, flipping onto my back. When I made the decision to surprise Rex at his house earlier, I knew exactly what would happen.

Planned it.

Prepped my skin to make sure it was silky smooth and void of hair in as many places as possible.

Ari spoiled me, giving me a pedicure, manicure, and facial.

I put on my special underwear and bra, the lavender set that’s lacy and gives me the perfect amount of lift.

I’m feeling good.

Sexy.

And ready to drive Rex wild with enough desire that he can’t deny either of us anymore.

“What’ve you got planned, you little vixen?”

“Lots and lots.”

He’s unbuttoning his shirt as he walks toward me. It falls from his shoulders and I let out a whimper. Somewhere, someone has built a statue in his honor because they couldn’t get the image of his body out of their mind and had to memorialize it.

I grip the sheets, desperate to watch as he continues to undress for me.

Rex pops the button on his jeans. The zipper whirs as he slides it down painfully slow. I’m watching with rapt attention and he pushes the material over his thighs, bends at the waist to tug them off. Removes his socks and stands back up, saunters to the bed in only a pair of dark blue boxer briefs, then climbs onto the bed, crawling over to me.

I’m still fully dressed, and this appears to be a problem for him. But selfishly, I wanted him to put in the work. Unwrap me like a package. All day long I thought about Rex stripping me bare and imagined his reaction to seeing me naked for the first time.

Without asking, he tucks his fingers around the waistband of my leggings and starts pulling them down my legs. His knuckles graze along my smooth skin causing a shiver to roll through my spine. Once he’s dropped the thin black material on the floor, he kisses his way back up my legs. He seems to thoroughly appreciate the time I spent on myself today and I’m blessed with the reaction I was craving so badly.

Groaning, his tongue snakes out, tracing a pattern on my inner thigh. I raise up on my elbows, wanting to watch him.

“Are you paying attention?”

“Huh?”

“Pay. Attention.”

“Okay?”

He places soft kisses on my other thigh then moves up again. Tongue slipping out once again to trace a pattern. Again and again, the same thing.

“Are you drawing on me with your tongue?”

My question goes unanswered.

He rises up on his knees, encouraging me to sit up so he can remove my top. Rather than allowing me to lie down with my bra still in place, he reaches around me and unsnaps the pesky piece of clothing providing a barrier I know he wants gone.

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