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ings can get any ugli

oiling in the pit of her stomach and radiating outward. Even though Alex never really let himself go in bed, he was still an incredible lover and despite, or maybe because of, the clinical precision with which he conducted the act, he always made sure she climaxed. S

ng hers, their breath mingled and came in jagged gasps. If she moved her head, just a fraction of an inch, their lips would be touching... she couldn't r

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back to him but she was achingly aware of every sound he made as he headed toward the en-suite, discarding even more clothes along the way. For such a precise and controlled man in every other aspect of his life, Alex tended to be a bit messy in his own space; it was rather endearing the way he would casually drop a shirt here

lthy was that you didn't have to think about mundane things like picking up after yourself. And Alex had been spoiled into believing the universe revolved around him since birth. Wh

stopped abruptly and she heard the rustling sounds of him towel-drying. She smiled softly to herself as she heard the towel drop to the floor after he finished. She was achingly familiar with every detail of his nightly ablutions; he usually showered, shaved in the shower and brushed his teet

d him. He didn't say a word and made no move toward her, staying on his side of the bed. No surprise there... he usually stayed on his side of the bed anyway, unless he felt the need to work on his long-term project to sire a son, only then would he move toward her,

toward him. She clenched her fists and curled into a ball, trying not to think of all that tempting naked, male flesh lying next to her. Sh