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He chuckles. “Good night, my little heartbreaker.”

“Good night,” I whisper, rolling the other way so I don’t do something I’ll regret.

His cock is hard against my back, and knowing I’ve caused that gives me too much satisfaction.

Easton holds me tight against him like our bodies were made to be together, like if he lets go, I’ll disappear. And I don’t want him to let go, in case I do.

I melt into him, realizing how right he is.

Iamfucked. But so is he.

Tonight has proven that to me.

24

EASTON

Birthday countdown: 34 days

Since meeting her: 12 days

Company takeover: 41 days

Iwake up sweating in the comically small tent with Lexi’s body molded to mine. My hand is on her bare stomach, and her ass is pressed against me. My arm is asleep, and my back hurts, but I’m smiling. Based on how light it is, the sun must be rising.

“What time is it?” Lexi asks, clearing her throat. “So thirsty.”

“I’ll get you some water,” I say. “It’s five after six.”

“Don’t go,” she pleads. “You’re too comfy.”

Lexi wraps her warm arms around me, holding me tight.

I breathe her in. “Okay,” I say, not wanting to leave her. “Just a little longer.”

I’m a greedy bastard, and I don’t want to pass up this opportunity. As I’m falling back asleep, I hear the revving of an engine coming up the side of the mountain.

“Philip is here,” I groan.

“No. I’m so tired.”

I laugh. “Sorry. You can sleep as long as you want when we get home.”

She lifts her head to look at me. Her hair is a mess, but it looks cute. “Will you be joining me?”

“I might be able to arrange something,” I say.

I scoot from under the folded sleeping bag that barely covered us. All night, we held each other, keeping the other warm. It had to have gotten down into the forties, and it’s not much warmer now.

“I’m going to climb over you so I can meet him. You can stay here until it’s time to leave. Okay?”

She nods, and I roll on top of her, holding myself above her, but I don’t expect her thighs to part as I position myself between her legs. She arches up into me.

“You’re a bad fucking girl.” I shake my head, knowing exactly what she’s doing.Testing me.

“You havenoidea,” she says.

I press my cock against her, bringing my mouth down to her ear. “Now, who’s playing with fire?”

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