Page 70 of SNOB

Stop him.

With the way he fills my throat, my thighs clench thinking about how he’ll fill me too.

“One.” Moving closer, he puts his thumb against my lips as he positions himself over me. “I knew you’re as fucked up as I am. You want this too, don’t you, Butterfly?” He sinks himself inside me as his thumb finds my tongue and…Oh.

Oh my fucking god.

My eyes widen as he fills me, his throbbing length fitting inside me like nothing I’ve felt before.

“Fuck, Ember,” he groans, my legs wrapping around him. I want him closer. I need him closer. His hand slams against the seat next to my head as I stare into those iron eyes. “Fuck you take me so good. I knew you would.” He doesn’t take the time to be gentle. He lets that monster out, right on me. When he pulls out, he sinks himself right back in, a wave of heat flowing through me like we’re flying into the sun. This helicopter feels weightless like we’re soaring above our past, connecting with our bodies and I don’t want this to end. Ever.

My teeth sink into the skin of his shoulder as he pushes deeper inside me. He keeps his pace, each thrust bringing me closer and closer to that edge he’s brought me to before. It’s like he knows it, his words pushing me there. “That’s it,” he groans, my walls tightening around his shaft. “Come for me, Butterfly.” He lifts my leg, getting as deep as he can and with the way he works those hips… I’m a fucking goner.

“Mac!” I moan, releasing his skin as I release on him. “Oh my fucking god.”

Tightening around him, he throbs harder as everything fades. The pain. The stress. Our past. My body buzzes like I’m made of fireflies. And when his hand comes to my throat, it lets that wave last. The contrast of his rough touch blends with the storm raging through me. And as I lose a bit of air, my body feels like a feather as I ride that wave of bliss. The air around us is heavy and humid. We’re in the middle of a heatwave. One we caused.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Mac growls. He keeps himself inside me, his hand moving from my neck to my cheek. He taps my face with three fingers, giving me a couple of light smacks as the tremors in my body still.

When he pulls out, nirvana goes with him.

All the tightness in my body dissipates as he unravels my wrists. His touch is softer, a tingle coming when he releases me. My body is jelly when the world crashes back, so much that my body slides off the seat. Mac catches me, bringing me on his lap.

“You did so good, Butterfly.” Pushing my curls away from my face, he stares back at me with that intense gaze. “I knew you weren’t a virgin.” The air stills, his last words reminding me who he is. The enemy.

I just fucked the enemy.

In his freaking helicopter.

A wave of heaviness washes over me, my eyes squeezing shut.

“Don’t say it.” His words pop my eyes open again.

“Say what?” My voice comes out tired and soft, like this helicopter is now some intimate space just for us.

“Don’t say we shouldn’t have done that.” His hand reaches for the butterfly on my neck. He pulls it, softer than usual. “You wanted to. We wanted to.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Curling into him, I'm a contrast to my words, my body as heavy as my heart. “You’ll always fuck me over.”

“I don’t fuck over my teammates.”

Teammate.

“Is that what we really are? You don’t treat me like one. Just caused we fucked, doesn’t mean?—”

“Stop talking, Ember.”

A smile tickles my lips, my eyes closing again. “We ruined each other’s lives then hid a homicide. Is this our story?”

“Manslaughter.” His words rumble against my head. “And you forgot the part where we get away with it.”

TWENTY-ONE

MAC

Ember Everett in my bedroom wasn’t the plan tonight.

Neither was fucking her in my helicopter.

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