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“I wanted to meet your brother. You said he was good people,” Bexley said, placing her hand over Alex’s heart.
“If you meet my brother and my mother hears about it,shewill come and findyou.”
Bexley sighed and said, “I can handle it.”
“Yeah?”
“Well, I cantryto handle it anyway.”
Alex gave her a small nod. Then, she kissed Bexley again. It was slow and not meant to go anywhere, but it was good enough that Bexley had to squeeze her thighs together. Alex was an amazing kisser. Her lips somehow always knew how to move against Bexley’s. Alex knew the right pace, when to suck on Bexley’s lip, when to use her tongue, and God, Bexley needed to stop thinking about Alex’s lips on her own.
“We’re alone,” Alex whispered against her mouth as her hands slid down to Bexley’s skirt. She lifted it just a bit and added, “I could help you relieve some of that stress you’re carrying right now.”
“No, you can’t,” Bexley replied, laughing against her mouth.
“Boys, slow down!”
Bexley pushed Alex away just as the huge wooden doors opened and two little boys came running into the room.
“Aunt Alex!”
“Hey, buddy,” Alex said, kneeling on the ground as one of the boys rushed into her arms, followed immediately by the other. “How are you, guys?” she asked.
“They are unruly.”
Bexley looked up to see a woman she recognized walk in, followed by Lawrence.
“Henry, Louis, let your aunt breathe,” Lawrence told them.
“I heard you got in trouble,” Margaret said to Alex, who had just stood up and had both boys attached to her legs.
Bexley smiled at how much they seemed to love their aunt.
“She doesn’t like when I have my own mind,” Alex replied.
“How long are you staying?” Lawrence asked, kissing Alex on the cheek.
Alex looked over at Bexley and said, “Just as long as we have to. Larry, Margaret, boys, this is Dr.Bexley Woods.”
Bexley realized in that moment that she had no idea how to greet any of these people. She knew Larry was His Royal Highness Prince Lawrence, but Margaret was a Duchess of something, and the boys were something, too.
“Bex, this is my brother, Larry, and his wife, Margaret.” Alex hobbled over to Bexley, with the boys still attached to her legs. “Guys, this is Bexley, my girlfriend. Please don’t embarrass me.”
Bexley smiled and remained silent.
“Do we call you Bexley or Dr.Woods? Which would you prefer?” Margaret asked, walking over to her and pulling Bexley in for a cheek kiss.
“I’m not sure what I’m supposed to call you, so whatever you want, I guess.”
“You can call me Margaret or Maggie.”
“The older generation of our family is big on titles,” Lawrence said next. “We prefer to keep things simple when it’s just us. Call me Larry.”
“I’m Henry,” the older boy holding on to Alex’s leg said.
“Hi, Henry,” Bexley replied, lowering her face down to his level. “And who are you?” she asked Louis.
“Louis,” the boy replied.
