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I can safely say that I was a wild, hot mess who enjoyed having fun in the night’s sky. The stories tainted my past, and I wouldn’t even bother relaying the list. Instead, all I can give him is a thinned smile. Suddenly, things become a little clearer and I see that maybe his words were a good push in the right direction. Reality.
Anger swirls inside me as I go through the flashbacks of my behaviour, both past and present. The memories make me feel sick and are just another reminder of why I want to be better. I wish to find someone that I could learn to be with on slow and passionate terms. Not fondling a man’s genitals in public spa, and almost losing the will to going back to how easily I fell into a man’s bed.
“Let’s get out before we get caught. Besides, I need to do my book signing soon.”
Jaxon’s eyes widen suddenly, and his expression changes for a moment before returning to the horny version.
“Do you want to have something to eat later?” I say, easing away from him, and walk up the tiled steps to get my towel.
Jaxon smirks and says, “I’d love something to eat, actually.”
I give him a smirk as I look over my shoulder, catching the sarcastic tone and sexual innuendo regarding his face between my thighs. Filthy words that at the same time excite me. Of course, I am going to avoid touching his dick again, or his lips, so he doesn’t need to know what his words do to me.
He chuckles as he gets out of the spa to grab his towel, wiping away the droplets of water in his hair, which only makes him appear sexier than he already is.
So not fair. If I did that so casually, my head would look like a wet, pink mop.
“There’s a themed buffet tonight at the restaurant. Do you want to go there?” Jaxon’s tone is relaxed as he wraps the towel around his waist, showing his perfectly shaped V below his hard abs. I’m sure there is a term for that sigh inducing whatever it is, but V will suffice for now.
I shake my head–as well as trying to shake away the vision of his torso–I wrap the towel across my shoulders and adjust my sunglasses.
“No, not tonight. I feel like something casual, too. I’m not here for long and don’t want to stay cooped up in the one location.” It was the truth too, but mainly I want to avoid falling into bed with this infuriatingly sexy playboy. I think it’s best for my libido to stay far from my hotel room.
He nods his head. “Fair enough. I heard about this Mexican place nearby. You up for that?”
No. I need to stay away from the tequila. It’s my poison.
“How about some pizza? Haven’t had that for a while, plus it’d be interesting to see how the Australian’s make it. Heard it’s smaller than back home,” I say with an eye roll.
“Done, sounds good. Meet me at the lobby at 5.30?” Jaxon says, like we’re just two friends, catching up for dinner. I don’t know how to act with the casual version of him. I am used to verbal lashings and being annoyed at him. Apparently, now that includes being aroused and bouts of foreplay.
“Sounds good. See you outside the reception desk by the waterfall.”
He laughs and says, “What, avoiding bedrooms now?” He quirks his eyebrow and runs his fingers through his hair, unknowing of how it’s a weakness of mine. Then he unwraps the towel and throws it over his shoulder as he strides in front of me, like he knows I want to indulge in the view.
And what a sculpted ass it is. Too bad I’m focusing on being a good girl and can’t take a bite.
Chapter Sixteen
JAXON
Ethics. Fuck ethics. I think as I pump my fist up and down, leaning my head against the wet tiles of the shower. As much as the thought of Abigail using her hand to fuck my dick excites me, I’m glad it didn’t get to the finishing point. When I cum with Abigail with me, it will be inside of a condom whilst I thrust into her. Not in her hand.
But for now, there is no Abigail here and I am painfully hard. So, I’ll need to usemy hand and brain.
My grip tightens and I stroke up and down, increasing the speed as I remember the scene all over again. Abigail made me melt in the spa, giving me something I’ve never experienced before.
It’s a particular image in my mind that leaves me exploding on the tiled wall. How Abigail peered up at me, her pink hair looking beautiful against her tan complexion. Her eyes filled with lust and want.
Get your shit together, Jaxon! You do not masturbate in the shower whilst thinking of a woman. If you want to fuck, you do it with a willing participant.
Shit, what’s happening to me? I haven’t even looked at any other women here. The thought hadn’t even come to mind. Well, the room service chick excluded.
I rub my face and turn off the hot water, and step out of the shower, waving away the steam that’s taken up the room. Wrapping myself with a towel, I walk over to the bed and pick up the remote.
Awesome. They have good taste in televisions at this hotel.
“Got to love a Smart TV.” I sit down and click on the YouTube button then scroll through the listof music playlists. I find one that sounds good and let it roll.
