Page 26 of Her Three Tech Bros

She bites her lower lip while looking at mine. At this moment, something inside of me breaks, and I can’t hold myself back.

I pull her in for a passionate, deep kiss. Her gasp of surprise drowns between our tongues as I hold her by the nape of her neck. I walk inside while still holding onto her.

She wraps her arms around my neck as she explores my mouth. My hands trail down to her hips, feeling the curves of her body. I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist, just as I had fantasized about doing earlier.

I carry her to the couch and drop both of us on it. Moans escape, and a hunger comes over me as we both grind on each other.

“Oh, Ryan,” she whispers.

“Kiss me,” I growl.

I sneak a hand underneath her dress, sliding my hand up to her bare ass.

No underwear?

My expression darkens as something primitive awakens in me. I look down at Jade, the straps of her dress lowered, chest quickly rising and falling. This sight would drive any man wild.

I crash my mouth on hers, wanting to dominate every part of her and explore every part of her body. I want to make sure that when she goes to sleep tonight, she’ll feel the phantom touch of my tongue.

11

LOGAN

The park seems like a good place for us to walk and enjoy some fresh air after the concert. The moon hangs high above, casting its silvery glow over the lush greenery. Jade tilts her head back and looks appreciatively at the moon.

"The orchestra was so talented," she says.

"Was that your first classical concert?" I ask curiously.

"Yes," she admits sheepishly. "But I loved it. I love trying new things."

I'm relieved. I wasn't sure how she was going to like the concert, but it seems it went okay.

As we near her apartment door, she turns to look at me.

"Do you want to come in?" she asks shyly.

I pause, surprised at her question. "Yes. I do."

She unlocks her door, and I follow her in.

"Can I get you anything?" she asks, walking to the kitchen.

I shake my head no. She changes her direction, and I follow her to the couch. We sit together enjoying conversation about our families and hobbies, but under it all, I feel anxious. What if she isn't into the same stuff as I am? I tend to lean more towards the BDSM side of sex, and she might not like that.

Her voice is as beautiful as the music we heard earlier. I lean in closer, my heart beating so rapidly I wonder if she can hear it.

Before I know it, our lips meet in a tender kiss. My hands trail up her thighs under her dress, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. She doesn't pull away, but instead leans into me more forcefully now, moaning softly as if craving more contact.

A spark ignites between us as my hand moves higher up her inner thigh and brushes against her center through her panties. She gasps softly against my lips, encouraging me to continue.

But I have to be sure. Consent is everything.

"Jade." I struggle to speak through my desire. "We need to talk."

She pulls back and looks at me, her face puzzled. "You don't want to do this?"

"Oh, God, no, that's not it. I just..." I look into her beautiful eyes. This is the moment that will make or break our relationship. "I have, well, preferences."

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