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I waste no time grabbing at the gold zipper of her top. It bares her shoulders and unzips like a dream so her tits spill free. “I love this shirt,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss my way down her chest.

Aubrey smiles, her fingers tangling in my hair. “I should hope so. You bought it for me.”

“I make such good decisions.”

“Like 53 percent of the time,” she says dryly.

I bite her nipple and she gasps, arching and pushing her tit against my mouth. I slide a hand beneath her skirt and she sighs as my finger slips into her.

When I met Aubrey, she would have been too afraid someone would see to take my cock in the front seat of a car, her shirt open and hanging off her body, my lips glued to her tits where anyone could see us.

Now, she cries out when she comes and doesn’t even attempt to muffle the noise.

In the aftermath of her orgasm, she hugs me, her head resting heavily on my shoulder and my cock still inside her. I kiss the side of her sweaty neck, and her arm tightens around mine.

“I love you,” she whispers.

“I know.”

Epilogue

Aubrey

A slow songplays as I dance with my king.

It’s not romantic like one might expect of the prom king and queen’s solo dance, but it’s soft and melodic, and just a bit sad.

I’m not paying much attention to the words, anyway. I’m more focused on the security of his firm chest pressed against my face, his strong arms locked around my body, the way my hips sway and Dare’s greedy hand creeps toward my ass.

A smile tugs at my lips. “You better behave yourself.”

“Who’s gonna make me?” he asks lightly.

“The chaperones.”

His hand slides over my ass and squeezes. “They better mind their business. If they think they’re gonna stop me from grabbing your ass while I dance with you, they’d better brace for a shock.”

“You’re not allowed to ruin any lives on prom night.”

“Oh, come on.”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

“You never let me have any fun.”

I smile, tilting my head up so I can look at him. “You can have all the fun you want with me when we get to our hotel room after this.”

He cocks an eyebrow with interest. “Allthe fun I want?”

I reconsider what I’m offering. “Someof the fun you want.”

He grins and leans down to kiss me. I tighten my arms around his neck and kiss him back. He lifts me off the ground, molding my body against his as the music stops. “We should just get out of here now,” he murmurs against my lips.

At the mic, the principal—clearly wanting to cut off this public display of far too much affection—fumbles with the stand and says, “All right, let’s hear it for the prom king and queen.”

The spotlight is on us, so mercifully, Dare puts me down and takes my hand. The other students clap and then the crowd disburses, Dare and I walking away with complementary crowns.

“I’m thirsty,” I tell him. “I’m gonna get a drink. You want anything?”

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