Page 61 of The Thing About My Rival

“Shit, I wanted to stay inside you for hours. But I can’t hold the fuck on.” He rams and circles me with such divine pleasure. “Christ, Wilcox. You’re making me come straight away.”

“Good,” I gasp at him as I grip the edge of the bar, pressing down against his hand and back against his dick. “Me too.”

His first spasm inside me tips me over the edge, and I’m lost again, panting, moaning, every part of me contracting and releasing in rhythmic ecstasy, consumed by his pleasure as much as mine.

He bangs into me hard with a cry of his own.

“The sound of you coming, Wilcox. It’s too much.”

And he comes with me. Me hanging onto the bar, him hanging onto me.

“Fuck. Jesus. Oh my God. Oh, my fucking Jesus-ing God.Argh.” The sound of the man behind me losing himself in me is a bigger high than I ever could have imagined.

For a minute it feels like it will never end, like we’ll stand here joined together, never wanting to break free.

But, eventually, the contractions in my core ease against his slowing thrusts.

With one long exhale, he reaches around my waist and pulls me upright, my back against his slick chest, his ever-hard dick still inside me.

“Christ, Wilcox. What have you done to me?”

I peer at him over my shoulder. “Do you think you’ll remember this one?”

He rests his mouth against my cheek. “To my dying fucking day.”

I twist just enough for our mouths to touch. Our lips part and our tongues meet in a slow, deep kiss that’s almost a thank-you.

He nudges himself a little farther inside me. “No one would believe this in a million years.”

And reality hits me like an icy shower. I’d shoved the real world out of my head to allow myself to do this. But his words bring it back like a truck slamming into a concrete wall.

“No one can know,” I whisper, resting my hand on his cheek.

He chuckles. “Yeah, I mean, what would the Fab Four think?”

I pull my face away just far enough for him to register my concern. “They cannot find out, Hugo.” Shit, neither can my dad. “No onecan find out.”

And the only way to be sure that happens is for us to never do this again. My hand falls from his cheek like a lead weight.

“Of course.” He kisses a line up to my ear. “It’s our little secret.”

Goose bumps ripple from his mouth down my side and all the way down my naked leg, and I’m putty in his hands again.

“But this is too good to ignore,” he breathes against my skin. “Way too good.”

My inner walls give him an involuntary squeeze.

Like me, when it comes to Hugo freaking Powers, they just can’t help themselves.

CHAPTER TWENTY

HUGO

ME

Just had the best sex of my life.

TOM

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