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Paxton pulled back on my hand and made me look back at him. “I want you in my bed.”

I smiled, my hand place to his hand. “I want to be there, too.”

I went to my own shower, finishing in record time. The water was far from being hot. I didn’t need to be mechanically inclined to know there was no hot water. I did a quick drive-by on my legs, skipping my sex altogether. I dried off with chattering teeth and sprinted up the steps to Paxton. I didn’t even stop and look in on the girls. I couldn’t. My bones were frozen.

“Oh my, God. Warm me up. There’s no hot water.”

My shivering body instantly settled when Paxton wrapped me in his arms. My eyes landed right on his relaxed package, hanging to the right of his sack. My back pressed against his chest and he shoved into my ass with his hips.

“Stop it. I just told you I had to take a cold shower and you don’t even care.” My teeth chattered again and I shuddered, praying for warmth.

“I’m sure it’s the breaker again. For some reason it trips it when I open the left garage door. I’ll check it in the morning. How’s that?” he questioned while wrapping an arm around me, blanketing me with his body.

“Hmm, amazing, but now I’m mad at you.”

“I know what will warm you up, and make you not mad.”

I rolled to my back and parted my legs. “Okay,” I agreed.

“That’s not what I was about to suggest, dirty girl. I wanted you to bend over my lap. That’ll warm you up.”

I pondered what I thought about, dirty girl. I didn’t mind it. It was way better than, slut. I did however mind the latter. “No way am I getting out from under these covers. I’ll freeze to death.”

“You won’t. I promise.” Paxton pulled himself up and leaned against the padded headboard. “Come here. Let me warm your ass.” The rasp in his tone, the twitch in his cock, and the look in his eyes did me in. My body temperature went from an alarming cold, too fevered in heat. Point seven seconds.

Paxton flattened his hand on my stomach when I tried to lay across his lap. “No, no, baby girl. Stay right like that.”

Well, this was new. I hadn’t had the embarrassing pleasure of taking it on my hands and knees like this. My hair dropped around me when my head fell with the first, unexpected slap. Paxton stroked himself hard with his right hand while his left one rubbed the warmth from my ass.

I endured five tantalizing slaps to my ass numerous teases to my pulsating nub, and a finger, penetrating my ass. My eyes closed and then opened when I felt him stiffen, waiting for me to back up, take it myself. I debated on moving back, briefly, and did it with clenched eyes. The moans and erotic charge in the air made me do it. I bared all to this man. I gave him everything, and I wanted to. I wanted to make him happy for the rest of our long lives. If only it could be that easy.

I moved myself without permission when he slid his finger out and back in. My legs straddled his and I dropped my weight. Both our eyes looked down, watching while he directed his head into my opening with a hiss. I sat, slowly, all the way down, feeling his shaft split me open, and move in.

Paxton pinched both my nipples between his teeth while I rocked on his shaft. His hand flattened on my chest and pushed me backwards. My head dropped to the mattress and Paxton took over the action between us. His hands cupped both my breasts and he used them for leverage to pull me to him as he pushed. Positioned in half a backbend was an amazing way to have sex. I felt an impending orgasm simmering, close to the boiling point.

My hands took Paxton’s place over my small breasts when he moved his to my hips. His hips moved fast into mine, pulling what was needed to send me over the top. His hips calmed when I called out in ecstasy, pinching both my nipples between my fingers. Paxton watched my every move with intent. Like he couldn’t get enough.

As soon as my breathing regulated and I smiled at him, he slid from beneath me. I straightened my bent knees and spread my legs for him. Our bodies molded into one, and our lips passionately kissed. I came again at precisely the same moment as Paxton a few minutes later, reeling in euphoric endorphins. Together.

Once we were both spent and laying cuddled in each other’s arms, I talked. I could tell he wanted to sleep, but I didn’t want that. I was afraid of what I would learn if I closed my eyes.

“Where’s your mom and dad, Pax. Why haven’t I met your family?”

“Shhh, go to sleep.”

“Why? I want to know.”

“There’s nothing to know. My dad hates me for turning this property into a cul-de-sac, and my mom’s a slut. Go to sleep.”

I wanted to keep talking, but I didn’t. The squeeze he gave me told me he was finished. Not another word was spoken.

Morning was strained between us. I got up before him like I was supposed to and made his breakfast. Two scrambled eggs, wheat toast, and fresh fruit. Well, sort of fresh. I bought it a couple days before we left. I didn’t send lunch like I normally did, because I knew he was meeting the private investigator for lunch. And then I didn’t know what. I would be a nervous wreck all day.

I tried my best to go about my day like nothing there was lingering dismay. Like Paxton would come home to me and still want me. Like this wasn’t about to all be gone. It couldn’t. It was a good thing. Maybe Paxton would welcome her with open arms. It wasn’t the craziest thing to think. I had seen growth in him since the day I met him. We could do this. We’d make it through.

Chapter Twenty-one

I had just settled into the cabana bed outside to read. Ophelia was sound asleep beside me, and Rowan was floating Barbie on an iceberg in the low end of the pool. I’d been waiting to read the second part of this book for an entire week. Why I thought my mind could stay focused was beyond me. My eyes lifted and fell as I fought not to doze off beside Ophelia, snuggled into my ribcage.

“Can I go play with Chance? We never get to see her anymore. How come, Mom,” Rowan questioned from a few feet in front of me. I dropped my tablet and pondered my response. Barbie went high into the air and back down with a sloppy dive.

“Not today.”

“Well, when are we going to go get our uniforms for school?”

Um…okay. That was easy. “I’ll talk to Daddy about it later.”

Rowan dipped her head under water and swam to the other side. I shook my head and turned back to my tablet. Crazy kid. With a deep breath, I closed out of my anticipated book and opened a poem. I still didn’t feel like the poetic type, but nonetheless, they were pretty, and I needed something to settle my nerves. If only Paxton was the type to call and just ask. He had to know I was sitting here going crazy, waiting.

My mind zoned out to nothing. One of those blank stares that you can’t seem to break, but you’re not really thinking about anything. My mom used to call those hiccups for when you were out of balance. She said it meant something wasn’t right in your life, and it was your minds way of resetting itself.

“Phi, come on, sweetie wake up.”

My eyes jerked open startled when I heard Paxton’s voice. A frown formed over my eyes when I sensed the urgency in his voice.

I snapped my head to Paxton, wondering when he got there. My zone had everything zoned out. I hadn’t even heard him come out there.

“Come on, Rowan. Tricia is coming to get you guys for a while.”

“Yay!” Rowan called from the pool. We hadn’t seen any of them at all, not even gymnastics. Candace moved Chance to the afternoon class to keep from seeing me, but I was okay with that. I would have done it had she not beat me to it.

“Paxton? What are you doing? I don’t want them going over there.”

“Shut up. Don’t say one word.”

Oh shit. Something was up. The evidence he’d just received was bad news. Or some news. I didn’t really know what the deal was, but it was big. How big was right around the corner.