Page 81 of Forking the Billionaire

She gasped. “Like this is only for me. You can’t ruin it with your nice guy BS. This isn’t nice. And I need this.”

I bit back my protests and fucked her hard and fast. Being kind wasn’t bullshit. It was who I was. She liked me well enough to have sex. That meant something, didn’t it?

“You should always get what you need,” I said.

She covered my mouth with her small hand and tilted her head back against the door.

She didn’t want my niceness, so I gave her the rest of what I had. I was nothing if not skilled in giving women what they wanted in the sack.

So I used the skills I had, and worked her clit as I fucked her. I memorized the soft expression on her face and the way her fingers clenched and unclenched around my neck as she came closer to finding her release. I memorized the sounds of her hitching breath and the way she squirmed against me for that one last push.

She came in a hard rush that broke down every barrier I’d built around my heart, leaving me feeling like the one who was open and vulnerable.

Doubt lingered in the back of my head. I told myself I was only concerned that someone would find out what we were doing. I pushed the worry away. I ran my hands all over her, needing more, feeling like even while I was inside of her, I couldn’t get enough.

Then I built her up again, more easily this time than the last, since I knew exactly how she needed to be touched. And as shecame, gasping my name and holding onto me like I was a lifeline, I let myself get lost in the moment and found my own release.

And as our bodies settled together, I said, “I will be here for you, Bramble. Always.”

TWENTY-TWO

ESME

My body still thrumming, I shoved Jasper off and grabbed some toilet paper to clean up.

I’d had sex in a bathroom.

At Gabe’s rehearsal dinner.

With Jasper.

Each clause made my heart rate shoot up faster and faster. My brain was buzzing. I’d just had the absolute best sex of my entire life in a freaking public bathroom, and I should have been ecstatic about the amazing physical sensations that I’d just experienced, but I couldn’t focus on that.

Even with the very physical elation still ping ponging through my nerves, and the ache of Jasper’s massive size still aching between my legs.

Not after what he’d said. Now that we were no longer banging out our tension, my brain was coming way too into focus way too fast.

And apparently my brain considered my recent decisions a trainwreck…with a spaceship, and a comet, all of it coming together to explode the entire solar system. Oh, I was feeling regret over another impulsive decision? Big surprise there.

I will be here for you, Bramble. Always.

That’s what he’d said to me. Like he wasn’t going back to a different country in three days, like he expected me to believe I wasn’t really alone.

I was pregnant. I didn’t know who the father was.

I was alone.

It was dishonest to imply otherwise. False security didn’t help anyone. Fake comfort hurt.

“What was that supposed to mean?” I asked. I didn’t mean it to sound like an accusation, even though it did.

“Which part?” He threw me a soft smile that I was completely unprepared to untangle. Did he seriously not know what I meant? Or did he think I could be asking what the sex meant, because clearly it had to mean nothing.

Sex with a friend should be awesome, but we weren’t friends, even if he said we were. During dinner, he hadn’t even been willing to support me and tell Gabe that yes, he’d been my friend first.

I couldn’t stand the thought of another broken promise from this man. It’s what ruined us when we were kids. I knew better now, didn’t I?

“Never mind,” I said. We couldn’t get into this right now. Maybe never. We were still locked in a bathroom together with my brother and plenty of other potential witnesses sitting in the restaurant outside this door. There was an escape we needed to plan. “Who should go out first? Me. I came in last. I’m smaller. Stealthier.”

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