Page 104 of Rush (White Lace 1)

I pulled her hair, urging her to take more of my dick. “That’s it. Take it all.”

She made that gagging noise. That noise that some guys blew their loads over.

I eased my grip and let her pull away, gasping for air while spit rolled down her chin.

“Is this what you wanted to give me?” I pulled her closer and bent down, using my other hand to grab her chin and keep her face in line with mine. A single tear fell from her eye. “Is this what you think I want?”

With Everly, I had something real. Or so I’d thought. This scene that she’d wanted to play out was exactly the opposite. It was synonymous with fake sex. With the fantasies and that had nothing to do with reality.

“I don’t want to do this anymore.” She wiped at her chin and wrapped her arms around her legs, hovering against the cedar chest at the end of her bed.

“Not like it is in the movies, is it?” Despite some of our lines embracing the romantic, it still wasn’t real.

“Why are you being like this?” She choked out her words.

“Isn’t this who you expected to please tonight? Max Levin—porn aficionado.”

She shook her head, tears streaming down her face. I hated myself. Hated everything I was doing right now.

“I…” Her words came out like a tiny squeak. “I just wanted to please you.”

“I was already pleased.” My voice was stern and louder than I would have liked. “Why would you think otherwise?”

I didn’t get it. I just didn’t understand why she thought she had to go to these extremes just to please me.

She scoffed. “How could someone like me ever satisfy someone like you?”

“Someone like me.” I was curious. “Who exactly am I?”

More tears streamed down her face. “Experienced. Confident. Not naive.”

“I’d say you’ve gotten some experience under your belt.”

“In what world would any of that ever happen again for me?”

I had guided her into doing things she’d never experienced. While the most fun events were sexual in nature, it wasn’t all about that.

“Did you like them?”

“Yes.” She answered without hesitation. “Of course, but they were one-time things. The list is almost done.”

“Who says you can’t have them again?”

She slammed her fists on the ground on either side of her. “You think it’s so easy to take whatever you want. Not all of us have trust funds.”

I rushed forward, dropping to my knees and enveloping her in my arms. There was so much more I wanted to say, but I knew this conversation could only lead to one place. The place where I walk out that door and never look back. There was no sense in making her believe my reasons. She had painted me with the porn brush, and who was I to try and change her mind?

“So that’s it. We just go back to our old lives and pretend like this never happened?” I didn’t know if I could do that. “Is that what you want? To go back to a life where everything you do is because someone else wants you to do it?”

Anger darkened her face. Her lips curved, and not into the sexy smile I had seen a hundred times. She sneered at me. “How dare you? You don’t know anything—”

“I know everything.” I had promised I wouldn’t pry, but if learning the truth about my past taught me anything, it was be true to yourself. “I know you hate law school and you don’t want to be a lawyer. You don’t have to say it; I can see it in your eyes.”

When I tried to turn her face to look at me, she fought me. “I think you should leave now.” She wasn’t going to listen, and I was done trying to make her.

She was right. The conversation was going nowhere. There was nothing left to say, but I had made a promise to finish that damn list and I wasn’t leaving here without telling her one more item was complete.

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