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  She looks like America threw up all over her. She has on red glitter heels, camouflage cargo pants, a fitted t-shirt that screams 'MERICA in bold yellow letters across a huge American flag, and a red trucker hat with the words "Redneck Princess" in glitter – and she's carrying a Slurpee.

  My shock must be apparent, because when Felix meets my gaze, he sighs and shakes his head. "We'd have been here sooner, but the princess discovered Wal-Mart on the way over here. We also had a discussion about not calling attention to ourselves, and well, you can see just how that turned out," he says. He pauses to hand my mother the mailbox. "I apologize for this."

  My mother takes it, her eyes wide and her mouth falling open. "Princess Alexandra," she gasps before turning over her shoulder to give me a big-eyed stare. "The princess is here."

  "I see that," I manage to say as I walk to the door, my heart racing.

  "Hi, Max," Alexandra says.

  My mother clears her throat. "Why don't you two step outside," she tells me, turning to Felix. "I'm Betty Ann Donnelley. I'm sure you've had a long trip. Would you like some coffee?"

  With that, she whisks Felix inside and shuts the front door.

  Outside, I just stand there gaping at Alexandra because I truly didn't expect to see her again. My grand gesture with the sticky notes was just that – an attempt to tell her honestly how I felt because I had nothing to lose at that point.

  "The hat is very subtle," I note.

  "The entire outfit is, really," she agrees. "Sorry about the mailbox." She puts her lips on the Slurpee straw. I don't think I've ever seen anything as sexy as her drinking that Slurpee right now.

  I step closer to her. "Your driving skills have improved. It wasn't the side of the house this time."

  "I figured you'd be impressed."

  "I figured you'd have more princessly things to do than stalk me like this," I say, my eyes on hers. "Flying all the way across the ocean and driving through Kentucky to show up at my front door is pretty desperate, don't you think?"

  Her mouth pulls up at the corners. "Some guy broke into my bedroom and left a bunch of papers strewn everywhere that I didn't feel like cleaning up, so I thought I'd track down the litterer myself."

  I raise my eyebrows, watching as her tongue moves slowly over that lower lip – the lower lip that I want to take between my teeth. "You're very dedicated to cleanliness."

  "Well, to be honest, I also came for the sex." I can't take my eyes off of her lips at the way she breathes the word "sex".

  "You came for the sex?" I repeat.

  "That's right," she says, leaning close to whisper. "This guy promised to pop my anal cherry and then never really followed through."

  Holy shit. I choke on my laughter. "Those etiquette lessons your parents had you take when you were a child really paid off," I joke, sliding my arms around her lower back and pulling her against me.

  Where she belongs.

  My cock responds immediately to the sensation of her body against mine and I pull her tighter against me. "Does this mean you're going to finally admit you're head over heels for me?"

  "Head over heels, heels over head," she says. "One of those things."

  "I want to hear you say it."

  She sighs, filled with mock exasperation. "Again with the daddy thing??"

  My hand goes to her ass and I squeeze it hard. "Say it."

  "Fine." She pauses. "Max Donnelley, I 'L word' you."

  I bring my mouth down to hers. She melts against me without any resistance or hesitation. The kiss is gentle, filled with hope and joy and relief that she's here with me. When I pull away, I can't suppress the wide grin that spreads across my face. "Fine. I 'L word' you too, Alexandra."

  She sighs contentedly and looks up at me, her face radiant. "Now, what does it take to get a girl laid around here?"

  "You showed up at my parents' house. I don't think getting laid is in your near future."

  She holds up the car keys. "Want to make a run for it?"

  I grab them from her hand. "Your driving privileges got revoked," I tell her. "Run for the car. I'll cover for us." I slap her on the ass and she squeals, running in her high heels. When I pull open the front door to my house, Felix and my parents stare at us. "We'll be back, I promise."

  I hear my mother protest, but I close the door behind me, jumping into the car before they can try to convince us to stay, and we hightail it down the road.

  50

  Alexandra

  "Renting an entire bed and breakfast was not keeping things quiet and flying under the radar," Max says, shaking his head.

  "I have no intention of keeping quiet," I tell him, grinning. "Which is why I just told her we'd take all of the rooms in the bed and breakfast."

  "You're lucky this place is even here, you know, otherwise I might have had to fuck you on the side of the road."

  "I could live with that."

  "South Hollow did not have a B&B when I was growing up, by the way. This is super fancy, you know. You'd better hope Mrs. Evans doesn't call the paparazzi, either. You're going to be the biggest thing to happen to South Hollow since the town was founded."

  "She won't."

  "How do you know?" Max asks. He sets my bag down on the floor in the master bedroom and turns to look at me.

  "You should open that bag," I tell him as an aside. "I told Mrs. Evans that if she didn't let anyone know we were here, I'd do an interview with a national magazine and be photographed endorsing her fine establishment."

  Max puts the bag on the bed and unzips the top before pulling out lingerie and sex toys. He holds up a bottle of lubricant. "Cherry flavored lube?"

  I shrug. "Anal… cherry popping. Please tell me I don't have to spell out the joke for you."

  "Clever. Well, I can see you only packed the essentials. Are there any actual clothes in here?"

  I grin. "I was hoping to spend a lot of time out of my clothes, if it's all the same to you."

  He lets out a low rumble under his breath. "Well, then get on with it and take them off," he orders.

  I smile stupidly – something I can't seem to stop doing – and I do exactly that. I pull my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor. Then I slip out of my cargo pants. The bra and panties go next. Then I'm standing in front of him, completely bare and on display. "Well?"

  "Well what?" he asks. "I'm enjoying the view."

  "I can see that." I nod at the very obvious bulge in his pants. Heat rushes between my legs at the thought of touching him, tasting him, and taking him inside me again.

  "Don't get ahead of yourself," he advises. "You still need to be punished for your little display at the nightclub."

  My eyebrows go up. "Oh, I need to be punished? I do believe I was justified in pouring champagne on someone's chest after you broke my –" I stop short.

  "Say it," he orders. "I broke your what?"

  "My heart, okay? Who knew I had one?"

  He steps close to me and puts his hands on my face, tilting me up so that my lips meet his and kissing me softly. "I promise that I'll never be careless with your heart again," he says, pausing for a moment. "If it helps, I've never felt worse in my life than that day. It ripped my heart up, too."

  "Hearing about your misery does make me feel better, actually."

  "I have something else that'll make you feel better," he says lasciviously.

  "Oh? Whatever do you mean, sir?" I ask, my voice coquettish.

  He answers by drawing his hand back and cracking me hard across my ass, simultaneously surprising me and making me wet. "God, I missed this ass," he growls. He sits down on the bed and pats his lap. "Now, bend over my lap so I can appreciate it again."

  My pussy throbbing, I lay myself across his lap. His hardness presses against me, and the sensation of his cock underneath me only makes me wetter. Max brings his palm down on me, sending little vibrations through my pussy, making my breasts shake and my nipples harden just a little bit more with every blow. After each swat, he slides his f