Page 17 of The Model

“You’re thirty-two?” Disbelief was evident in my tone. There was no way Lexie was thirty-two.

“A bit of a shock, huh?”

Shaking my head, I answered her honestly. “Age is just a number. I’m serious, I’ve never met anyone like you. You can’t deny our chemistry, and that’s all that matters to me.” Our chemistry was insane. I’d never felt this way about anyone before. During the last few months, I’d had women throw themselves at me, and not once had I felt an ounce of the chemistry I felt with her. That was why I hadn’t taken any of them up on their offers for a night of fun.

“I don’t deny the way my body sings when you’re near. Never once, with all the men I’ve encountered, have I felt this way.” I didn’t like hearing her talk about other men, just like I knew she wouldn’t have liked it if I gave more than a passing glance at the models she worked with in the last couple of days. A dark shade of pink crept up her sun-kissed cheeks as she gulped down her margarita. “I thought Bella, Amber, or Drucilla would be more your type.”

“Not to feed you compliments since you don’t want them, but you’re beautiful. Everything about you, so don’t put yourself down. Those girls have nothing on you.”

“If this restaurant wasn’t so busy right now, I’d get under the table and blow you, but it will just have to wait until we’re back at my place.”

“Check,” I called, motioning for our server.

“Ryder,” she giggled, nudging me with her elbow. “We haven’t even eaten yet.”

“That’s fine. I’d rather feast on you.”

A slow grin grew into a mischievous one. “If you could only feel how wet I am for you.”

“That’s it, we’re leaving.” Standing up, I pulled out my wallet and threw down some money on the table before I dragged Lexie out of the restaurant. It was a good thing we hadn’t traveled far from her bungalow because I wasn’t sure if I could have waited any longer. The urgency that pulsed through my blood had me pulling her around to the back of her place and onto the lounger we’d left in the sand.

Pushing her down on the seat, I unbuttoned my shorts and let them slip down my hips. Kicking them out onto the beach, I stepped between her legs. My hands went into her hair and pulled her head back.

She eyed my straining erection and licked her plump lips. “Do you always go commando?”

“I wear enough underwear for shoots. Now open your mouth wide and suck me hard.”

Lexie didn’t hesitate, her hot tongue licked my blunt head and sucked it like a lollipop before taking all of me that she could. When I hit the back of her throat, she pulled back and looked up at me with watery eyes. She opened up her throat and took me down with hollowed cheeks as she sucked me off. Her tongue ran along the underside with each upstroke and swirled around my head before bobbing back down over and over again.

“Are you going to be a good girl and swallow, or do you want me to come all over your tits?”

Her answer was to suck me harder and for her hand to go to my balls and start to massage them. My grip on her hair tightened as I held her in place and let loose a string of curses as I came down her throat.

Withdrawing, I wiped her mouth with my tip. Kneeling in front of her, my knees dug into the cool sand as I slowly pulled her sundress over her head. My tongue licked up the light pink triangle of fabric covering her pussy, causing Lexie to buck up off the chair and throw her head back.

“Now it’s my turn for dinner.”

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LEXIE

“Areyou sure you have time to take me to the airport? I could have taken an Uber.”

“If I didn’t want to take you, I wouldn’t. This way, I can see more of the island in our hot rental van.” I laughed because there was nothing hot about the van. It was utilitarian and got the job done, and that’s all I cared about. “Unless you don’t want anyone seeing you get out of it because I can understand that.”

He laughed softly. “If you saw my car, you’d know I don’t care. This beaut is a luxury.”

“Wow, your car must be a total piece of shit then.”

“Pretty much. Once things die down and I get back home, I plan to buy a new car and look for an apartment in LA.”

“Where’s home?” I chewed on the inside of my cheek. I hadn’t realized he didn’t live in LA or that I knew so little about him.

“Washington State, up by Olympia. My family lives in a small town. It’s gorgeous there, and I miss it something terrible.” I felt his gaze look me up and down. “What’s that look for?”

“I thought you lived in LA or New York. How does that work if you’re up in Washington?”

“Oh,” he chuckled. “I was staying on my friends’ couches like a bum wherever a job took me. Now that I have some money saved up, I want to find a place of my own.”

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