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Her mouth inched up at the sides until she flashed her white smile and clasped her hands together. “Tell me more. What do you think about?”

“Do you not think about someone when you get yourself off?” I’d love to hear all about her sexual fantasies.

“We’re not talking about me right now. I want to hear all about you and what you’re picturing.” Picking up her cheeseburger, Lexie took a big bite out of it and moaned loudly. It rivaled the sounds she made when I was pleasuring her and made my dick swell. “This is so fucking good.” Holding it out to me, she asked. “Do you want a bite?”

Rolling my eyes at her, I cut a piece of chicken and placed it in my mouth. It wasn’t horrible, but it didn’t cause me to moan. “How do you expect me to keep looking like this if I eat cheeseburgers all day?”

“Sucks to be you. Now back to you getting yourself off thinking about me.” She slicked a fry through ketchup and plopped it in her mouth. Thank god she didn’t moan this time.

“I think about you sucking my cock our last day together, our first time, and the way you rode me in the water; those are my go to’s. What about you?”

“Oh, I play a slide show of all our times together, and sometimes I make up things that I hope to do in the future with you.”

“Anal,” I supplied.

Tilting her head to the side, she looked at me like I was insane. “Crazily enough, that hasn’t been one of them.”

“While I love talking about this, I’d rather not sit here with my dick about ready to break my zipper. How did we even get on this topic?”

“The waiter. Let’s talk about something not sexy like stinky feet.”

“That does it,” I laughed as I shifted in my seat to get comfortable. I decided it was probably better to spit out what I wanted to say so there wouldn’t be any more interruptions or talk that led to me getting hard. “I’ve only been with three women.”

Lexie was mid-chew when I dropped my bombshell on her. She sat her cheeseburger on her plate and patted her mouth with her napkin without ever taking her eyes off me.

“Okay…that was unexpected.”

“Why?” The one word came out harder than intended.

“Are you just naturally gifted in all areas?” My brows pinched together, and she must have seen the question on my lips because she answered me with her next words. “To put it bluntly, you fuck like you’ve been doing it all your life. Like you’ve been with at least a hundred women.”

I didn’t understand.

“You know how to pleasure a woman, or I should say, me. Easily. It doesn’t seem hard for you in the least. It’s like you know exactly what my body wants, and the raw passion you exude—”

“I don’t know what to say. I’ve only ever been that way with you,” I cut her off. “Yes, I pleasured the women I’ve been with, but it’s different with you. When I’m with you, something deep inside of me takes over, and I go with my instincts.”

Lexie sat quietly for a few moments. I wasn’t sure if I’d stunned her into silence or not, so I continued to eat my food. I glanced up at her a few times, and when she picked up a fry and ate it, I thought she wasn’t going to say anything until she placed her hands on the table like she was bracing herself.

“I’m not going to say how many men I’ve been with unless you really want to know, but I can tell you this…” My smile dropped. I definitely didn’t like thinking of her with other men, so it was probably wise not to know the number. “While I’ve had good sex, the sex with you is amazing. It’s beyond amazing. It’s the best I’ve ever had. I don’t think there are words to describe it.”

“It’s our undeniable chemistry. I can feel it all the way over here.”

Picking up a fry, she rubbed it over her lips like it was a tube of lip gloss or the tip of my cock. “I agree, but I’d like to feel something else up close and personal.” Her gaze flicked to my mouth and then lower before coming back up again to meet my eyes. “What do you say? Are you ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

“I’m ready for you to blow me.”

12

Lexie

Stepping off the elevator,Ryder wrapped his hand around mine and pulled me down the hallway. His large stride making it difficult to keep up with my short legs.

“It might help if you knew which room we’re staying in.” Ryder’s steps faltered in the middle of the hallway as pink crept up his stubbled cheeks. “We’re in room 1120.”

He looked around the hallway for a moment before he took off again, dragging me with him. Slipping the keycard out of my purse, I jammed it in the card reader and waited for it to light up green. Stepping inside, I thought Ryder was going to throw me down on the bed, but instead, he looked at the room in awe.

Making his way to the sliding glass doors that led out onto the balcony, he looked over his shoulder at me. “I can guarantee you this is way nicer than where I was going to stay.”

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