Let's Be Crazy (Oh Captain, My Captain Book 4)

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light conversation about work and the events that are coming up on my schedule. Ashton listens to me complain about the Steinbergs and the stress that my work puts me under. Nonetheless, it’s good money, and at the end of the day, I do like it.
    At the end of our meal, he even helps me clean up. I rinse the dishes, and he loads the dishwasher.
    “That was a great meal, Lex.”
    “Thanks, but I can’t take all the credit. My dad has taken up cooking, and he gave me some notes on what to do,” I tell him truthfully.
    “Reed told me all about the bug guts and worm cookies.”
    I laugh. “Yeah, my dad is always trying to gross Sadie out, but I think she’s immune to it.”
    “Do you have any siblings?”
    I shake my head. “No, just me, and Tony only had Tiffany.”
    “Tiffany? She’s your sister-in-law?”
    I nod. “They were twins.”
    “You know, I thought Sadie looked like her.” He shuts the dishwater and turns it on.
    “Sadie looks a lot like her and Tony. Thankfully, she didn’t get bright red hair, like mine.” We wash our hands and dry them off. “Do you want to watch a movie? I might have something other than SpongeBob, although I can’t swear to it. Or do you need to leave?”
    “It’s nine o’clock. I think I can stay a little bit longer.” He kisses my forehead.
    I take his hand, grab our glasses, and head into the living room. I turn on the TV and of course it’s Finding Nemo on the screen.
    Ashton chuckles. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who has cartoons on my TV all the time.”
    “Trust me. If you have kids, you have cartoons on 24/7.”
    “How about we just listen to some music?” he suggests.
    “That sounds perfect.” I turn on the all-music channel and turn the volume low, so that it lightly floats around us. I’m sitting here, not exactly sure what to do, even though I know that I want to kiss him again. My thoughts and plans of how I want to proceed are interrupted when my phone rings.
    “Mommy, you didn’t call to say ‘goodnight’.”
    Crap. “I’m sorry, Sadie. Are you having fun with Aunt Tiff?”
    “Yes, she gave me a makeover.”
    Oh, dear. My thoughts race, thinking my child must look more like a clown than a little girl. “Well, I’m glad you’re having fun. I love you, and I’ll see you in the morning.”
    “Okay. I love you.”
    “Love you.” I end the call, and Ashton’s looking at me, smiling.
    “They seem to have perfect timing.”
    “Sadie does. Trust me on that.” I set my glass of wine next to his and scoot closer to him, tucking one leg under the other, facing him.
    Ashton reaches out and plays with a strand of my hair. “So, do you think I’ll get an official answer about the weekend trip? I don’t get many weekends off.”
    “I’ll have to check my work schedule, but I think it’s doable.” My voice is soft. I feel my body leaning to him like a magnet.
    “Good.”
    His lips brush against mine, and my body tingles with anticipation. Yes, we kissed before, but this feels different. More is going to come. I mean, we’re alone in my house.
    Do I want to do this?
    I push into him, and my mouth opens. I taste the tangy wine as our tongues push against each other. He wraps his fingers in my hair and pulls me closer to him. I wind my arms around him. He guides me to lay on my back, and we adjust ourselves as he lies flush with my body.
    Ashton’s hand leaves my hair, tracing down my neck to cup my breast. I moan as he squeezes me. His lips kiss my neck as the hand that was on my breast now plays with the hem of my shirt. His hands are softer than I thought they would’ve been as he snakes up to my bra. I arch my back and neck when he pinches my nipple through the material. I latch onto the small of his back, feeling his hardness against my pelvis.
    “Lexie,” he moans when I lift my hips and rock against him. He pins me with his. Light touches trail down my waist until he cups my ass, and I throw my leg over his. Ashton kisses my

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