Page 21 of Something Borrowed

“Someone put you in a foul mood.”

In our private area, with the heavy velvet curtain pulled closed, I drag her towards me again. “I’m tired of sneaking around. I want you. Let’s go away for a weekend together.”

Somewhere in the back of my mind I know it’s not possible. It would stir up chaos if we were caught - but at this moment, I don’t even want to think about anyone else opinion and driven by a fiery desire to be with her.

I am tired of waiting. I’m tired of not just being able to have her anytime, anywhere,all the time.

“You’re really sexy when you’re angry.” She whispers seductively, running her fingertips over my jaw.

I slide my hands down her back, over her ass, and then lift her in my arms - wrapping her legs around my waist.

Her laughter turns into a sharp gasp when I grab a handful of her silky, long hair and yank her head back so that I can kiss the curve of her neck.

Every cell in my body is electrified.

My cock is so hard it’s aching as it pushes against my pants.

I know what I need.

And I don’t give a fuck about risk right now.

I push Verity’s back against the wall, still holding her in my arms.

Tugging my pants open she squeals as I rip her panties to the side and shove my cock into her pussy.

Her body shudders with pleasure and her words come out in a struggle between heavy breaths. “They’ll - they’ll see - us.” She moans as I fuck her against the wall.

“Let them watch.” I growl against her hair, not willing to stop.

Her nails scratch down the back of my neck, leaving red raw lines on my skin.

Ican’t stop andsheisn’t even asking me to.

My cock plunges into her, over and over again, thrusting hard and moving fast. She cries out louder, not bothering to hide the sound of her pleasure - it’s all lost in the heavy beat of music, anyway. No one can hear us up here.

Between the intensity of my outburst, the danger of what we’re doing and our fierce connection - she is already close to coming all over me. I can feel it. I can see it in her eyes.

I push harder, grabbing her around the throat and squeezing just enough to make her lips part.

Gasping, she tightens her pussy over my cock, then closes her eyes and loses herself in the orgasm that waves through her.

I slam into her again, her body jolting against the wall behind her.

A deep growl thunders through me when I explode into her.

When it’s over I step away, letting her feet slide to the floor.

She is grinning a wicked, delightful smile.

“I think people should piss you off more often.” She teases me.

Grabbing her face in my hand I press my mouth over hers.

“I think we should run away together and escape this bullshit city.”

She walks away from me, towards the bottle of vodka waiting on the table.

Pouring us each a shot she lifts her in the air.

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