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“Yes. Yes,” I babble mindlessly. “Need it—you.” My hips thrust against his hand.

“Whose pussy is this?” He adds another finger and moves it in and out.

“Yours,” I pant, my legs trembling as pleasure sends electric waves dancing up my spine.

He kisses me, hot and hard, his lips bruising. “Whose mouth is this, Jess?” He’s stroking me from the inside now, quick thrusts of his fingers that drag along the tender skin in my core.

“Yours. Yours.” An orgasm is building in me, tension tightening each muscle. Pleasure spreads until it’s a warm blanket over my entire pelvis.

“Whose body to be used as I see fit?” He increases the speed of his hand, winding me up like a spinning top. It's overwhelming, the pleasure he sparks in me. The urge to come is so strong.

“Yours! I swear it.” I scream as he flicks his thumb over my clit, releasing my orgasm with that simple movement. My entire body clenches hard and then releases. I shake like I’m in the middle of a world-ending earthquake, like my bones are going to rattle apart. West keeps me steady, his hold firm until the worst of it subsides. Dampness streaks my cheeks, tears or sweat, I can’t tell. My head lolls against his shoulder, heavy and spent. My eyes close, dragged shut from the weight of my eyelids. I’m drowsy now, my body wrung out.

There’s a zipping sound and the rip of a condom. I feel the press of his sheathed cock against my entrance. He nudges me gently. I widen my legs and hitch one knee over his hip to give him better access. He grunts when he pushes inside, then goes deeper until he’s fully seated. The sensation of him inside me wakes me up. My heart thumps so hard I’m sure West can feel it. Our harsh panting fills the room with sound. It echoes off the walls and marble floor, making it seem like there are a hundred of us having sex in here.

I open my eyes to find West staring down at me with such a mix of emotions that I can hardly separate them. There’s the residue of his anger from earlier, a hint of wonder, a bit of tenderness, and of course desire. He looks at me like I’m the only woman on the planet, in a way that makes me feel trulyseenfor the first time since my parents died.

“I missed this,” I tell him, dragging my fingernails down his back. I cup his bare ass and yank him closer, burying his cock in me as far as it’ll go. We both moan. “I thought you didn’t want me,” I say, confessing my worst fear. “Earlier, when you were mad. I thought maybe you hated me.”

He leans his forehead down to touch mine. “I hate that I don’t hate you.” He pulls out of me with agonizing slowness and pushes back in the same way. He kisses me, open-mouthed, full-lipped kisses, his tongue tangling with mine. The air between us heats, warmed by the mingling of our breaths.

“Let me in,” I tell him, my breath sputtering with each deliberate stroke of his body into mine. “Show me who you are.”

“You’re not ready,” he counters, just as breathless as I am.

“Try me,” I challenge and lift my lips to his. I kiss him with every ounce of confidence I possess.

West returns the kiss. His teeth graze my lower lip, then gently bite down. Soon he’s thrusting harder and faster. My back slides higher against the wall with each movement. My orgasm grows more gradually this time, enough that I maintain my senses. I watch West’s face as he gets closer, entranced by how he licks his lips and his eyes squeeze shut.

“Mine. Mine. Mine,” he chants each time our bodies slam together. “Only me, Jess.”

“Yes.” The rolling of West’s hips gets me closer and closer to my climax. I press my lips to his ear and in a clear voice say, “Only you.”

We come together in a chorus of moans and cries. West kisses me again. I gasp into his mouth, my body humming from the orgasm.

Later, when my breathing has returned to normal and my dress once again falls to the floor, I tease him. “Do you always walk around with condoms in your pocket?” I don’t know why, but that little detail seems hysterical to me.

He finishes zipping his pants and smirks. “I do with you around. Wouldn’t want to miss the opportunity to fuck you.”

I lift my chin and send him a mock glare. “I feel like I should be offended by that.”

He grins back at me, a completely different man than the one who entered this bathroom. “Don’t be. You’re very fuckable. Especially in that dress.” His grin widens as his eyes travel over my body, head to toe. Ever-changing, his mood shifts again and settles into something more serious.

“You want to know me better?Allof me?”

I match his tone, to let him know I’m sincere. “I do.”

West holds out his hand to me. “Then let’s go home. I need to show you something.”

I take his warm palm and nestle it against mine, lacing our fingers together.

We exit the gala. Bypassing the conservatory, we head straight for the lobby and then out to the car. We’re mostly silent on the drive back, each of us lost to our own thoughts. I don’t know what’s on his mind, but in mine there’s a single word that repeats over and over.

Home.

Chapter twelve

Adam

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