Page 40 of His Sacrifice

I positioned myself behind her, sliding my cock against her wetness before thrusting inside her. The sensation was electrifying, and I gripped her hips, setting a fast, hard pace.

Jada’s moans filled the small space between the bookshelves, her fingers clutching the edges of the shelf. I leaned over her, my lips finding the curve of her neck, nipping and sucking at her sensitive skin.

“God, you feel so good,” I groaned, my hands sliding up her shirt to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples.

She pushed back against me, meeting my thrusts with equal fervor. “Creed,” she gasped, her voice laced with urgency.

The risk of being caught added to the thrill, making each movement, each thrust, even more intense. The sound of our bodies coming together was almost drowned out by her moans and my grunts of pleasure.

I felt her walls tighten around me, and I knew she was close. I reached down between her legs, finding her clit, and rubbed in quick, tight circles.

“Come for me, Jada,” I whispered in her ear, my voice rough with desire.

Her body tensed, and she cried out, her orgasm washing over her in powerful waves. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I followed her, my own release shuddering through me.

We stayed there for a moment, both of us breathing heavily, lost in the aftermath. I slowly pulled out of her, pressing a kiss to her back before helping her straighten up and fix her clothes.

“That was...” Jada started, still catching her breath.

“Amazing,” I finished for her, a satisfied smile spreading across my face.

She nodded, her cheeks flushed. “I don’t think I’ll ever find the historical section boring again.”

We adjusted our clothes and stepped out from behind the bookshelves, both of us trying to regain some semblance of normalcy. The bell above the door dinged again, and I glanced over to see Tatum and Murphy walking back in, each carrying a cup of coffee.

“Everything okay?” Tatum asked, eyeing us suspiciously.

“Just fine,” I replied, wrapping an arm around Jada’s waist and pulling her close. “We were just getting a little... inventory done.”

Tatum raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. Murphy just shook his head and laughed, clearly amused by the situation.

“Do you think they know?” Jada whispered.

Oh, they knew what we had just done, but I didn’t care.

It didn’t matter where we were; if I had the chance to have Jada, I was going to take it.

Chapter Nineteen

Jada

“Stop looking at me.”

Tatum raised her eyebrows. “I’m sorry. I’m just trying to figure out if you’re still my best friend.”

I rolled my eyes and set the inventory sheets on my desk. We had counted every book in the store, and tomorrow, I was going to go over everything and hope all the numbers added up correctly.

“Of course, I’m still your best friend. Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked.

Tatum pointed toward the front of the store. “You wanna tell me when you and Creed went from fake dating to doing it in the historical section?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” If Creed and I had taken one minute longer, Tatum and Murphy would have seen a whole lot more than just Creed and me looking a little flushed.

Tatum folded her arms over her chest. “This is how you’re going to play it?”

“I don’t even know what it is, Tatum, so it’s hard for me to tell you about it.”

“Start from the beginning, and let it all out, girlfriend,” she laughed.

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