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Before I could protest, Garth slid his left leg out a little so he had more access and with that teasing hand, he gripped himself and angled his cock right at my entrance. His thick head pulsed against my sensitive skin and as I tried to grind my hips lower to push myself onto him, Garth pressed his body against mine, holding me firmly against the wall.

“Remember what I said?” His cock flexed against me teasingly.

I nodded once.

“Don’t make a sound.”

With a single thrust that made my knees weak and my core shake, he was inside of me, all the way to the fucking hilt. I wanted to cry out, to scream his name so the world would know of the pleasure this man brought to me.

But I didn’t.

I obeyed his command, sucking in a breath to stifle a moan as he slid out so slowly I could feel every ridge of his hard length against my soft core. He pulled all the way out, so his head was teasing my entrance again. Garth tightened his hold on me as I struggled, doing anything to feel him inside of me again.

His molten steel gaze was locked on me as he thrust again. “Is that what you want, beautiful?”

I whimpered, biting my bottom lip as I nodded. Then he pounded into me again and again. Fucking me with such fervor I wondered if we’d ever be able to stop. He didn’t kiss me. He didn’t roam my body with his hands like he normally did. It was purely instinctual as he slammed into me and I rolled my hips into him, giving him more access to touch that sweet fucking spot deep in my core. But he never took his eyes off mine. I bared witness to every emotion flashing through him—the pleasure of our bodies meeting as one, how he was fighting through the pain of everything he’d endured not only this past week but for years of his life, and the uncertainty we both faced from these changes.

I saw it all as he laid it bare before me.

He needed this, just as badly as I did. The simplicity of our bodies connecting, granting one another pleasure that onlyourlove was capable of providing. Because it was more than just wanting. It was an infectiousneedto be fully taken by him that consumed me mind, body, and soul.

“Ah, yes, baby. I can feel you’re getting close now,” he said as my core tightened. “I want you to cum for me, Eva. I want to feel your wet little pussy tighten around my cock.”

He didn’t relent as he continued to slam into me, grinding his pelvis against my clit, giving me that delicious friction I needed. Obeying his every word, I kept my mouth clamped shut as the tension built, threatening to push me over the edge. The moment he saw it in my eyes, he let my hands drop over his shoulders as he lifted me up, spreading both my legs wide around his waist.

I was riding him now, my breasts bouncing against his chest. A wild tangled mess, I rode him so fucking hard, desperate for my release but not wanting the moment to end. But as he ripped at the strap of my dress, freeing my breast so he could sear his mouth against my skin, there was nothing I could do but fall.

And I fell hard as I collapsed forward, my teeth biting into his neck if only to obey his one rule while I found my release. A vibration of his chest rumbled between us as he growled, “That’s it, baby. Fucking cum for me.”

As my body tightened around him, I could feel his length flex just as he pulled my shoulders back so I was looking into those stormy eyes once again.

One more thrust and another was all it took for him to find his own release. Spilling himself inside of me, his length flexing against my sensitive skin. And what I saw in his eyes was a promise. A promise that everything was about to change. And a challenge to stand by his side as we explored the depths of what we’d uncovered together tonight.

I gave him my unspoken answer with a single nod of my head.

I’d follow him anywhere.

ChapterFifteen

Splotches of red, black, and tan were smeared across the makeup wipe in my hand. Beats of my heart sounded loud in my ears as I tried to calm it down with a deep breath in. But that breath did nothing to calm my wild heart or the shaking in my hands.

I just had sex in public.No, I didn’t just have sex in public, I had sex in an alleyway in New York City where dozens of people were walking by.

And it was the best sex of my life. And if I was honest with myself, I didn’t care at all that we could have been caught. That if the wrong person walked by that alleyway, Garth and I could have been arrested.

I looked to my left where the once-gorgeous red silk dress was lying across the toilet seat. Threads of the silk were fraying from where he’d ripped the tiny strap off and the back of the dress was in tattered pieces. Loops of threading darted out in all directions, a distinct reminder of what we’d done.

The soreness in my back matched the soreness between my legs. Another reminder that things were different now. What we’d done together had opened a door that neither one of us had explored before. Wild and reckless—the only thing binding us to reality was each other.

It should have been scary—terrifying really. I was still so new to all of this, the freedom to discover and try things that were so deeply hidden in my desires. It wasn’t that long ago that I was shackled to an overwhelming weight of expectations. And I had let myself become trapped by someone else. Then I met Garth and he’d taken the wool from over my eyes and had shown me everything I could be. He’d helped me discover the truth of who I was. And it seemed as though there were still pieces of me left hidden and maybe even parts of him too that he hadn’t been ready to discover…alone.

My eyes flicked up to the mirror where my reflection told the story playing out in my mind. One half of my face was completely bare. That girl looked so young, naive even. Like there was so much to life she had yet to learn, but she was excited and willing to venture out. Then the other half, painted with a beautiful disguise, was mischievous and always curious. Smoldering black and grays haloed her honey-colored irises. A sensual shadow revealing the darkness she’d overcome from all those who’d hurt her. And the deep red of her lips was a signature of her longing desires.

I turned my head to the right so that only the painted part of my face showed, then to the left where my skin was bare. Could I be these two versions of myself? One with still so much to learn and the other who was willing to risk it all. Or would they battle against one another until I was left in a pile of rubble with no sense of self?

Only time would tell.

Exhaustion rolled over me as I finished washing my face. It had been a long twenty-four hours with the internal shift I felt, as well as the worry I harbored for Garth. And there was still so much we needed to discuss. I thought back to the conversation I had with his mother and how she told me that secrets were never good for a relationship. I knew she was right. And that there would be no perfect time to tell Garth about the witness subpoena for Connor’s case.

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