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“Are you coming?” I ask, my cheeks colouring.

Moaning, he pants, “Yes, Jasper, fuck!”

I roll my hips, squeezing his dick with my channel and letting go, spilling come all over his stomach.

“Fuck Jasper!” he moans, his dick pulsing inside my arse, filling me with his come.

He kisses me, and I smile against his lips.

“That was amazing, Reece,” I admit as his softening dick falls from inside me. I lay down on my back.

He lies down next to me and pulls me into his arms, cuddling me close. There are no more words to exchange, nothing that could describe the pleasure we just shared.

I turn my head to face him and kiss him deeply. With the kiss, I’m hoping all the feelings he invokes in me are felt by him. I’m his. I belong to Reece Montserrat, and soon I’m going to tell him and the world that he’s no longer my enemy. He never really was, and it was never–and never will be–sinning with him.

Chapter 35

Reece

Opening my eyes, I fling my arms out realising I’m not in my bed, but still in Jasper's bed after we slept together last night. Hands down it was the best sex of my life, how responsive he was and how hard we both came, multiple times until the early hours of the morning. He’s not next to me now, the bed cold as though he’s been gone for some time. I’m kinda disappointed he’s skipped out and isn’t still in my arms, as I’d welcome some morning fucking. I have a raging hard on and tug on my dick a few times to calm it down before sliding out of the bed and tugging on my t-shirt, boxers and jeans from the floor.

Heading to the bedroom door, I can hear music playing…from a piano. It’s reverberating off every wall and is melodic and soothing. I sneak out into the hallway, following the sound to a room on the other side of the grand staircase with expansive double ornate doors. This house is a damn palace. My family is rich, but our house is modern opulence–the original mansion having burnt down when I was only a baby as part of the fucked up feud of our families–whereas Jasper’s family home is their original mansion, and it’s spectacular.

I push open the doors, finding Jasper playing a baby grand piano in the middle of the room. He’s surrounded by a wall-to-wall ceiling-high library complete with one of those sick sliding ladders. I’m no bookworm, but even I can’t not love this space, partly because I know Jasper must love it.

Jasper stops playing–sensing my presence in the room as I saunter closer–and he looks at me coming into the room.

I chuckle softly, stepping up behind him. “Don't stop on my account, Jasp.”

“You can't be in here, Reece,” he responds, biting down on his lip nervously. That gesture always causes my dick to stir, and now is no exception.

“Why? No one's here,” I taunt. “And I woke up in bed without you.”

He gives me a shy smile. “Sorry, I needed to clear my head after last night.”

I nod. “No need to apologise.” Clearly, having sex with Jasper has turned me into a sap. Showing feelings is not something I’d do before him.

I sit on the edge of the piano stool, next to him.

“Play me something,” I whisper into his ear. He shivers and I kiss his cheek, then murmur, “Your favourite.”

Jasper starts playing, something classical that sounds familiar. I’m mesmerised watching his fingers sliding across the keys effortlessly. I join in, pressing random keys. Jasper stops and laughs, “You're messing up the song, Ree.”

“Just putting my spin on it. What song is it anyway?”

“Sounds like your demon Raven dying with your added parts,” Jasper responds laughing, adding with a smirk, “It was Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven.”

“Oh right,” I answer, nodding, before giving him a cheeky death glare. “Rave is not a demon. He just doesn't like people who don't like him.”

Jasper giggles, shaking his head. “You can't blame me for my dislike of your cat, Ree. He hissed at me the first time I met him.” I love him calling me Ree–especially after last night–it feels intimate.

“I know. He's just protective of his daddy is all.”

“Eww, Reece,” Jasper says, screwing his face up in disgust. “Don't ever refer to yourself as daddy around me.”

I laugh, poking him playfully in the ribs as I tease him, “You don't want to call me daddy whilst I fuck your brains out?”

“Only if you never want to fuck me again,” he scoffs.

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