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She obliges, using both hands to unroll the condom down my thick length. My muscles flex from the warmth of her hands, deepening my need.

With a firm hold on my shaft, I position the tip at her entrance and smoothly slide it in. A groan escapes from me, and I’m forced to draw in a full breath.

I move gracefully, kissing her cheeks, nose, and forehead. “You feel so good, pretty girl.”

She lifts her arms above her head. One hand gently glides along her skin, leaving the other holding me up. Her fingers wrap between mine as I continue to thrust into her. She whimpers against my shoulder as I pick up the pace, working my entire length inside of her. Sweat drops from my forehead. Each thrust leaves her begging to come.

She tenses. Her grip on my hand tightens. The sound of our bodies meeting with every thrust deepens my need, nearly pushing me over the edge.

“Alec, oh god. Oh god. Don’t stop,” she pants.

Electricity pumps through my veins as my orgasm builds. Her hips move, grinding desperately, chasing her orgasm until she screams my name. My breath becomes heavier as I work through her orgasm fast and hard until I’m at the near peak of pleasure.

Goddamn, hearing her come apart is my new favorite sound.

My muscles pulsate. I groan from her lips, clamping down on my cock as I burst. Warm cum spews from the tip of my dick.

I release her hand, bringing mine to her cheek and pressing my lips to hers before moving off to the side and removing the condom.

“I’ll be right back, OK?”

She nods, and I kiss the top of her head before scooting off the bed. I head into the bathroom to dispose of the condom; when I get back into the room, Summer is on her side, staring into space. I climb back into bed, wrapping my arm around her and kissing the crook of her neck.

“What’re you thinking?”

She gives a faint shrug. It was so small that I wouldn’t have known she did it if I wasn’t touching her. “That… that was…”

“Amazing,” I breathe.

“Yeah,” she agrees softly.

I stroke her arm gently, creating invisible art on her skin. We sit in silence, soaking up each other’s comfort. I watch her for a while as she closes her eyes and breathes in softly.

My lips curl upward, admiring how beautiful she is.

Chapter Thirty-three

Summer

I hadn’t realized I had fallen asleep after giving myself to Alec until I opened my eyes.

Is that what I did? Give myself to him?

A wave of tranquility mixes with regret as Alec wraps his arm around my body, pulling me closer. His cock is hard against my ass, and warmth spikes down between my legs. I shoo it away as best as I can, trying not to think about how good he felt inside of me last night. And it was. So very, very good.

His breath sends shivers down my spine as he nuzzles his nose into my neck, inhaling deeply and leaving soft kisses.

I soak it up in the meantime but knowing that having sex with him was a mistake shoots regret deeper into my heart. I know I agreed to it, but at the same time, I shouldn’t have, and maybe that’s why I feel the way that I do.

He had lied to me, and I know Chloe set me up so that he and I could resolve what had been shattering my heart. I could at least hear the reasoning behind what he did, but I am not sure if it will solve anything.

Is there really a good reason as to why he wouldn’t tell me that my father arrested him and planted drugs on him? I mean, my father is no saint. He has proven that to me ever since he first hit me. But I also know my father. Or, at least I think I do. He wouldn’t set someone up like that unless he had a good reason to… right?

To potentially ruin his entire career and life just to put someone behind bars? It doesn’t make any sense.

Then Samantha crosses my mind. And… oh my god. He slept with Samantha.

Disgust creeps in, washing over me. It’s stupid, but I can’t push it aside. The sound of my beating heart pulses through my ears. It’s rapid and unsettling. I forcefully free myself from Alec’s grasp, pushing against his strength, and hastily scoot to the edge of the bed. With trembling hands, I clutch the smooth, deep red sheets tightly around my bare, vulnerable form.

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