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Happy Valentine's Day, Sexis Fans :)
Alexis leaned her head back against the headboard and closed her eyes as exasperation took over the embarrassment she
had been feeling minutes earlier. Why the hell couldn't he just leave it alone?
"Alexis, you did."
"I did not," she said emphatically.
"You did. I heard you."
"You heard what you wanted to hear. I did not say that."
"You did."
She could hear the grin in his voice.
"If I had said that, I would remember. What, you think I would forget that?"
"Obviously, you did, because you said it. I. Heard. You."
Alexis took her pillow from behind her quickly and slammed it into his face. He offered a mock "ouch" before
grabbing the pillow out of her hand.
"Why don't you just admit it?"
"Because," she said, gathering the sheet around her torso more tightly, "I would never say something like
that."
He leaned closer, his full seductive powers at work as he looked at her. Alexis felt her stomach flip flop as he curled
up next to her, his hand snaking out to rest on her opposite hip.
"Never?"
"Never," she said confidently.
"Not even..." he leaned down to where the sheet rested just above her knee and pushed it higher, his lips dropping
a soft kiss on her kneecap, "...if I kissed you here?"
Alexis swallowed hard, but looked at him defiantly.
"No."
He smiled. This time her stomach did two somersaults. She remembered that feeling from last night...the night that had
led to this humiliating and yet tantalizing morning. Alexis then watched as he pushed the sheet higher, his hand moving gently
and gazing along the inside of her thigh.
"Not even if I touched you like this?"
"Not..." her voice faltered. "No, not even then."
She had been expecting another movement of the sheet, perhaps an attempt to wrench the fabric out of her hold. What she
had not been expecting was for him to grab her and flip her onto her back as she pressed the length of his body against hers.
Feeling his skin burn against her in places that were coming quickly to life, Alexis sucked in a deep breath and waited for
his next move.
"Not even," he said, his lips lowering to hers, "if I do this."
The kiss is what killed her. Everything he did to her, to her mind, her heart, her body, it intrigued and tormented her,
but his kisses...his kisses simply made her weak in a way she knew made her sound like a heroine in a bad romance novel, but
she didn't care.
"Say it again," he demanded in a gentle voice, his breath teasing her swollen lips. Alexis let her eyes flutter
shut as she pulled him down for another kiss.
"Je t'aime, Sonny. Je t'aime."
It was a whisper this time, not the scream it had been last night, but Sonny was content nonetheless, and all thoughts
of words disappeared as he kissed her again.
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