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clenched and I was so close. Paxton was too by the way his cock pulsated inside me. “I’m going to come,” I warned.
    “Keep going, baby. I want to come inside you.”
    My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my insides tightened. Just the thought of him releasing inside me sent me over the edge. “ Yes ,” I cried breathlessly. His fingers dug into my hips and he held me down on his cock as we both reached our climax, our bodies melding together. I could feel his release as he came inside me, all hot and primal as he yelled out, his body jerking in spasms. Laying my head on his shoulder, my heart beat out of control.
    Paxton lowered me to the bed and gently pulled out before resting behind me with his arm across my stomach. “No regrets?” he asked.
    I shook my head and nuzzled closer to him. “None,” I answered softly.
    “So tomorrow morning, you’re not going to sneak away?”
    Laughing, I turned my face to the side so I could see him. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
    Taking my chin, he held me firm and kissed me. “Good, because I’m not letting you go. That’s a promise.”
    Hopefully, it was a promise he could keep.

 
     
    WHEN HE ASKED me if I was going to sneak away, I should’ve asked him the same question. I was expecting him to be in bed with me when the sun rose, but needless to say¸ he wasn’t. It was seven o’clock in the morning. Where was he?
    Climbing out of bed, I grabbed my clothes up off the floor and rushed across the hall to my room so I could grab a quick shower and get a change of clothes. After sliding on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, I heard a noise outside and peered out the window; the light to Paxton’s garage was on.
    He didn’t regret last night, did he? Before getting the courage to go out there, I trudged into the kitchen and brewed a cup of coffee. If anything were to go downhill, I could count on my coffee to keep me sane. Once it was done, I carried the mug outside and slowly made my way to his garage. He had the music on, but it wasn’t loud enough to hear clearly outside the building walls.
    One of the doors was open, so I peeked inside and watched him as he worked on one of the old cars. Dressed in a pair of holey jeans with no shirt on, my whole body tingled in anticipation. Even though I was a little sore, I wanted him again. He could be sweaty and covered in grease and I wouldn’t care. Everything inside me craved him. I’d denied myself for so long, it felt like I’d never be able to catch up. It was exciting.
    I had to tighten my legs together to help subdue the ache between my thighs. The way he stared at his work with such pride and contentment helped me see a whole new side of him I’d never seen before. How could I not see that there was more to him than he led on? It’s because I didn’t want to see it.
    “I know you’re there, sunshine,” he quipped. “I’m sure you can admire me much better from in here.”
    Rolling my eyes, I chuckled and walked through the door. “How did you know I was there? There’s no way you could’ve seen me.”
    Wiping his hands on a towel, he finally looked over at me and smiled. “I don’t know, I can just tell when you’re near. It used to drive me crazy at the gym.”
    I walked past him to a desk in the corner and sat down. “Trust me, it used to do the same thing to me.” Paxton went back to working on his car while I looked around his garage. Across the whole back wall there were frames with before and after pictures in them, of cars that were junk before and then completely restored. They didn’t even look like the same vehicles.
    “Did you do all of these?” I asked incredulously.
    Over my shoulder, he kept his attention on the car motor and grinned. “Does that surprise you? I told you there was more to me than just fighting. I do enjoy other things in life. Which I’m sure you happened to have witnessed last night.”
    Smiling, I turned back to the photos. “Well . . .