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Olivia and her sweet moans, luscious hips, and full breasts.
    Under the hot stream of water, he gripped the base of his erection tightly, dragging his hand slowly up its length.   Pleasure pricked at him, making him groan, the sound echoing in the enclosed walls.   A thousand different images of Olivia flashed through his mind as he began to pump harder and faster.
    Olivia on her knees in front of him, her soft, pink lips wrapped enticingly around the head of his cock.   Olivia bent over the arm of his couch, her generous ass upturned for him.   Olivia riding him in that greedy way he loved so much.
    A few moments later his knees shook as the force of his release overcame him.   White, hot flashes of pleasure struck him as he bucked harder into his hand.   Groaning helplessly, he watched as streams of his seed washed down the shower drain.   And when he was spent, he leaned his head against the tiled wall of shower, breathing heavily.
    Fuck .
    He wanted to see her.   He wanted to talk to her.   But he’d only seen her last night, and he wasn’t sure how much she wanted to slow down.
    Alex kept his mind carefully blank as he finished his shower.   But when he slid into bed, he couldn’t help but check his phone, wondering if she attempted to call or at least text him.
    Nothing.
    Fighting back disappointment, Alex decided he would be the one to text her.   He hated playing games like this, but he wanted to hear from her.
    Goodnight, darling.   I hope you dream about me.
    Alex pushed ‘send’ and fell back against his pillow on his side of the bed.
    His phone dinged a couple minutes later, illuminating the dark room.   He reached over and read what she wrote back.
    I’m sure I will.   I’ve been dreaming of you since we first met.   Goodnight.
    A grin spread over his face, his heart thundering.   He caught of whiff of lavender, Olivia’s scent, and he felt more relaxed right at that moment than he had been for the past few days.

Chapter Four

    If Olivia was being one hundred percent honest with herself, she would have to admit that she was nervous.   Really nervous.   She felt like she was fifteen again, waiting for her Homecoming date to come fetch her.
    Except she wasn’t fifteen anymore.   And Alex Matlock was hardly a Homecoming date.   The idea seemed laughable when she pictured his dark eyes and sinful mouth.
    Alex was the type of man who’d probably never had those awkward teen years.   He was the little boy girls giggled over in grade school, and the type of boy girls flirted with shamelessly in high school.   He was the man women lusted over…and he was coming to pick Olivia up right at this very moment.
    Olivia had promised Alex she would accompany him to Beth’s engagement party before their big fight.   But the aftermath had been relatively calm…too calm, because Olivia hadn’t seen Alex since he left her apartment that night.   When Olivia said she wanted to slow things down, she hadn’t counted on how literally Alex would take her meaning.
    Things were so slow between them that it could be considered glacial.
    Yet, he always texted her goodnight.   And she’d talked to him on the phone a couple of times over the past few days.
    But he hadn’t asked to see her.   And Olivia had been an inch away from demanding a date, or a movie night, or even going out for freaking coffee.   Anything at all and Olivia would’ve been happy.
    So, Beth’s engagement party came as a welcome reprieve.   And she couldn’t wait to see Alex.   Her body was practically humming with nervous energy and sweet anticipation because not only would she be seeing Alex’s childhood home—which is where the party was being held—but she’d also get to meet his family and friends.
    She was less enthusiastic about meeting his father, who would undoubtedly be there, but she was anxious to see Beth again and meet his aunt and uncle.
    A knock on her door sounded and before Olivia even had time to tell