Page 61 of Adoring Alejandro

Sometime during their foreplay, he’d thought to put on a condom. Good. She hadn’t even been thinking about that.

Her body replete, her mind quiet and still for the first time in years, Maeve rolled over and snuggled into the comforter. She felt AJ as he slid into bed beside her.

“Get a quick nap, but after that, I’m going to have you again.”

He didn’t have to tell her twice. She closed her eyes, curled her body around his, and….

She awoke just as the light from a new morning slipped over her face.

AJ was on his side facing away from her, so slinking from the bed like a bandit was easier than she expected.

Tonight….

One night with the man she loved…and it had been unspeakably amazing.

The shame she expected to feel wasn’t there, instead she felt regret. She regretted that their one and only night together was over. She regretted that she’d been too much of a coward to reveal herself as Swan that night of the holiday party, because if she had, Denise would never have had the opportunity to get her claws into AJ. She regretted that AJ could never be hers, no matter how deeply she yearned for him.

Yes, she had regrets, but she would never be ashamed of the shared pleasure she’d experienced last night with the man she loved.

Her vision blurry with tears, she scribbled a note on a piece of paper and left it on the counter beside the bowel of cold, hard pasta they hadn’t gotten around to eating last night. The table held guttered candles she hadn’t gotten to enjoy. The champagne sat unopened in a bucket of water.

AJ had planned a dinner date.

But they hadn’t had the date nor dinner part.

Because they’d been too busy fucking each other’s brains out to stop and eat. They’d been hungry, ravenous for each other. After texting Callie to tell her she wasn’t going to be home, leaving the bed had never crossed Maeve’s mind. Nor AJ’s—if the number of condoms they’d gone through was any indication.

No.

Stop!

She couldn’t think about that. She couldn’t think about the fact that she’d had sex with a man who belonged to someone else, even if that someone else was her enemy.

Grabbing her purse and keys from where she’d apparently dropped them just inside AJ’s condo, she hurried to her car.

Numb and yet overwhelmed with all she was feeling, she made it to her own condo and into the shower before the flood of tears cascaded over the dam.

She didn’t know how long she stood under the water sobbing, but once the water ran cold, she dried off, robotically went about putting on her clothes, brushing her teeth, and pulling her hair back.

It was a Saturday, which meant she had two full days before she had to face AJ again.

That was two full days to sink into the memories of last night and catalog each and every scent, sensation, taste, moan, gasp, sigh, ache, pain, and pleasure. Because once Monday arrived, AJ was untouchable.

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