Page 143 of Beneath the Stands (Sugarlake 2)

“I love you,” I moan back.

His hips jerk, pushing in so deep he hits my cervix, the sharp stab of pain enough to send me spiraling off the edge. My fingers claw at his shoulders, pulling him close as I convulse around him, hoping to mold his body to mine until I can’t tell us apart.

The sound of his groan vibrates against my skin as he explodes inside me, his cock pulsing against my walls, my pussy milking him of every drop.

“Christ,” he pants, collapsing against me.

I should be worried that someone heard, but the school day is already over and my office is in the very back hallway. I try to keep things professional while we’re at work, but Eli likes to corner me in places I tell him not to and seduce me into submission.

I’ve always been a sucker for Eli’s control.

It’s been six months since we ran into each other at the cemetery. Thanks, Lee.

It was rough at first. There was a lot of hurt between us. But Doc says the best relationships start with friendship, and if the foundation is strong, even the strongest storm won’t knock it down.

So, we took our time. Became friends. Built the trust on both sides. Learned how to communicate in a healthy way, and to keep from giving in to the voices that whisper we don’t deserve the happiness.

And I’ve never been so damn happy.

Eli lifts off me and buckles up his pants, bending over to grab my panties off the floor. He winks as he slips them in his pocket.

I arch my brow. “You expect me to go to your sister’s without panties?”

“Looks like it.” He smirks.

“Okay, that’s fine.” I stand up and straighten my skirt, reaching for a tissue to clean his cum from where it’s dripping out of me. “But don’t come cryin’ to me when you get jealous thinkin’ Jax might accidentally see somethin’ he shouldn’t.”

Jax came roaring back into town a few weeks ago, not willing to talk about the reason why. Just said he was done with California and everything that came with it. I’m not one to push, but he’s crazy if he thinks we don’t all see the change. There’s a heaviness in his gaze that didn’t used to be there.

The only person he’ll talk to is Chase, which is ironic considering he couldn’t stand him for years.

Men.

Eli’s smile drops. “I forgot he was back.”

I shrug. “Your choice, big head.”

He rubs his jaw, walking over to me and grabbing my wrist before I can put the tissue between my thighs. “Leave it. I want to know I’m dripping out of you while you sit at the dinner table.”

I roll my eyes, pretending I’m annoyed, even though his words send a spike of arousal through my body. I grasp his hips with my hands, dipping my fingers into his pocket. “Then give me back my panties.”

Yanking the fabric from his pants, I push him back so I can slip them on and grab my purse.

When we get to the front entrance, there’s a few kids by the doors, huddled around their phones, giggling.

“What’s so funny?” I ask.

They straighten. “Oh, hi Miss Sanger. You’ll never believe who we just saw!” Becky, one of our sophomores, says, her voice high and loud.

“Who’s that?”

“Blakely Donahue!” she shrieks.

I widen my eyes and nod. “Oh, I see. Who’s that?”

Sammi, another sophomore, giggles. “You don’t know who Blakely Donahue is? She’s the freakin’ best. My favorite influencer.”

“Right?” Becky agrees. “She’s so pretty. I heard she was datin’ one of her daddy’s employees. Some twenty-eight-year-old.”

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