Page 75 of Forbidden You

“Am I going to be your dirty little secret?” I muse.

I don’t fucking mind being his dirty little secret. As long as I’mhis.As long asthisis part of my day to day for the foreseeable future.

“You want to be my dirty little secret, don’t you?” A wolfish grin sets root on his cheeks, then lowers his lips to my ears. His breath tickles my nerves with an intensity that rolls my eyes to the ceiling, and I barely manage to push out ayeahin reply.

His chuckle rumbles like a warning, and his fingers trail along my jaw possessively. “You’re mine, secret or not. Remember that.”

With that, he squares his spine, leaving me breathless with the newfound anticipation that hangs in the air. But I barely can catch up with my own thoughts as he chases his release. He picks up the pace toward something scoring, sprinting to the finish line, but at the same time never changing the motion he uses around my clit.

With every graze against my sensitive nub, the sensation in my abdomen builds, and when his touch becomes more demanding at the exact time, I cry out while he moves all his fingers over my clit as if he’s rubbing it clean. It’s a soft touch, with just enough pressure, and it only takes me three seconds before a wave of ecstasy rushes through me.

My head falls back, my eyes shutting while my muscles tense in all the right places as my pussy milks his dick. He lets out a groan at the feeling of my walls clenching around his hard shaft, and when he lets go of my clit, he digs his fingers deep into my hips with a demanding touch.

With short and rough moves, he keeps going until the muscles in his arms tense and a ferocious gaze washes over his face. A desperate sound is clear in my ear when he dumps his seed inside of me, his thrusts gradually slowing down in pace until he’s completely done.

What the fuck was that?

The last time I slept with Bodi was mind blowing, out of this world. But this? This was earth shattering. An out of body experience that almost has me wondering if this is a fucking dream. If it is, I don’t want to wake up.I refuse.

He presses his hands against the desk, panting, with his forehead against my shoulder while I have my hands folded against his neck. After a minute or so, he brings his head up, looking at me with a smug smirk.

His head is damp, his hair messy as fuck, and never more sexy than right now.

“That was hot,” I tell him.

“You’re trouble.” His eyes search mine.

“That's why you like me, don’t you?”

He replies by putting his lips forcefully against mine, and my heart takes it as a yes, swelling with pride. His dick is still stretching me wide, and inwardly, I moan, not wanting to get rid of this full feeling.

“Let’s go home,” I murmur against his wet lips.

His expression changes as he narrows his eyes at mine, a ghost of a smile hiding in the corner of his mouth. “Why?”

“So we can do it again.”

19

My hangover has nothing to do with the amount of rum I pumped through my veins last night and everything to do with the brunette living with me.

I shouldn’t have crossed that line, but fucking hell, it was so good.

I don’t regret it for one second, but this morning I woke up having no clue how I’m going to keep this professional now. Not to mention that I hate waking up without her.

When we got home, I fucked her on the kitchen counter. Then I bent her over the back of my couch and ate her out from behind before I fucked her again.

After that, my mind went into overdrive, contemplating if I should drag her to my bed and cuddle her until morning, or if that was a step too far. The girl has put a spell on me or something. Luckily, she saved me from that level of awkwardness by just giving me a kiss with a mumbledgood nightbefore she disappeared into the guestroom.

She’s a fucking champion.

Now, I’ve been staring at the ceiling for the last hour, with a fucking hard-on, might I add, thinking about how good Kayla would look riding me and then reprimanding myself for thinking it. How I wished she was lying next to me when I woke up.

I like Kayla. A lot. But I’m afraid she’ll want more than giving in to our sizzling chemistry.

Fuck, I’m in so much shit.

How the hell am I going to keep this from escalating into the most awkward situation ever? We share friends, for crying out loud. It will screw up everything if our relationship suddenly turns…weird?

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