As it turns out, the man Andy fell in love with is more of a mystery than she first thought. When they give their relationship another chance, it's not long before Lex's secrets begin to unravel, threatening their happily ever after.
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Once we were back at the hotel, we both took a shower, separately, and then headed to bed for a short nap, also separately. As much as I wanted to crawl into bed with him and cuddle, it posed a temptation I didn't feel able to resist.
Our very brief moment on the basketball court had left me wanting more, and being in bed with him would only lead to exactly that. More. I wanted him, needed him terribly, needed to feel him inside of me, around me, over me... I needed the physical connection to him, now that everything seemed to be running so smoothly between us.
But it hadn't really been long enough to know the direction things would take. We were in some sort of honeymoon phase, where everything was pink and fluffy. We were reunited and happy, so of course, everything was doing great. But what would happen after some time had passed, once the novelty faded?
That was why I preferred to keep things like this for now. I'd stay with my blue ovaries, and he'd stay with his blue balls. And in a few days, maybe weeks, I'd allow myself to trust him fully again and throw myself into his bed.
When I emerged from my nap, I found Lex working in the small office of the suite. Rubbing my eyes, I went to him, still groggy from my sleep. As I was about to reach him, he noticed me and turned away from his screen, rolling his big leather desk chair back a couple of feet.
Not needing a more explicit invitation, I sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Hi," I greeted him, my voice sleepy.
"Hi." His hands found their way around my waist, and he held me close to him. "Did you sleep well?"
I nodded, passing a hand in his messy hair. "How about you? Did you at least go to bed?" I asked, glaring at his laptop.
"I did. I've only been here for twenty minutes."
"Okay, good. You're going to need some energy." After a momentary hesitation, his eyes darkened, and his hands held me a little tighter against him. I giggled and pushed myself away from his solid chest. "Not for that, Coleman. We're going out. I am not leaving Seoul without trying some top-notch Korean barbecue."
"Food again, I see."
"It's a compensatory need," I explained, knowing I had been taking my sexual frustration out on food.
"And what are you compensating for?" He knew exactly what we were talking about, I could see it in his eyes, but he still wanted me to admit it out loud.
"I've been craving some good dicking lately, but I'm trying to hold off."
The surprise in his eyes was clear, as he hadn't expected me to state my need for him so boldly, and I used his consternation to wriggle my way off him. He prevented my escape by pulling me against his torso, our upper body flushed together, and he brought my mouth to his.
He kissed me like a starved man, his tongue dominant and demanding, its repeated intrusion in my mouth making it all warm and fluttery in my lower regions. Shit, no amount of Korean barbecue would ever make up for how much I was starving for him. I let him lead, let him take and give, and I lost track of time, only feeling his hands groping me, his hard length dig into my hip, his amazing mouth conquering mine...
