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I pull myself back to look at his face. “I don’t want to think about that right now.”

“Oh? What do you want to think about, Princess?”

My teeth bite down on my lower lip. “I can think of a few things.”

“Hmm. Maybe you should show me.”

Colton presses me up against the wall as I pull him into a deep kiss. Our tongues tangle in a heated battle over dominance. Like always, he wins and conquers my mouth. As the taste of him takes over my senses, he grinds himself into me. I moan at the contact. The sound only motivates him further.

He pushes us off the wall and carries me up the stairs. Blindly walking towards my bedroom, he kicks the door with enough force to make it slam shut. It’s so sexy the way he takes completely control. He lays me down onto the bed and climbs on top of me. I can feel his hardened length straining against his jeans.

One hand grips my side while the other slides up my shirt to cup my breast. He takes my nipple between his fingers, tweaking it in just the right way. I arch my hips up in search of some friction. Anything to rub against would be fine but I’m happily satisfied when he pushes his pelvis down onto mine.

After he rids me of my shirt, he pulls his off as well – giving me the mouthwatering sight of his perfectly toned abs. The gym has been so good to this man. I run my fingertips down the front of him, committing it all to memory. When I finally reach the bottom, I undo the button and zipper of his jeans. He slips them off with his boxers in one swift motion.

Seeing Colton naked is something I’ve done so many times now, but it never gets old. It’s as if his entire body was sculpted by the gods. His muscles are defined in all the right places. Even when he doesn’t try, he’s perfect.

He pulls the rest of my clothing down my legs and tosses it onto the floor. Once he’s done, I tug him back on top of me and connect our lips again. It doesn’t take long before I can feel him at my entrance. He teases me for a minute, causing me to whimper. A seductive laugh bubbles out of his mouth but before I can say anything, he’s pushing inside of me.

Building up a pace that manages to hit all the right places, he drives me wild in the way he moves. The room is filled with breathy moans and the sounds of our bodies moving together. When he can hear that I’m getting close, he smirks and slips his thumb between us – pressing it against my clit. My whole body contracts as my orgasm rips through me. The way I squeeze his cock causes him to explode. He pulses as he empties everything he has inside of me. We haven’t gone without a condom often, since I’ve only been on birth control for a few weeks, but the rawness of it makes me feel so much closer to him.

He collapses on top of me and tries to calm his labored breathing. I wince as he pulls out and rolls over onto the bed. His cum leaks from my sex and drips down. It’s every reminder to me that he has claimed me completely – mind, body, and soul.

After getting cleaned up and dressed, I run my fingers through my knotted hair, cringing when they get stuck. Colton pulls me until I’m lying with my head on his lap. My stomach churns as nerves get the better of me. My face does nothing to hide my emotions because his brows furrow as he runs his knuckles down my cheek.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I shake my head and look away.

“McKenna.” With a light touch on my chin, he turns me to face him again. “Talk to me.”

“I-I just…ugh.” I sit up and face the window, too afraid to see his reaction. “I don’t want to end this.”

“End what?”

“This. You and me. I don’t want things to change.”

He moves to sit up next to me and places a hand on my back. “Babe, you’re leaving for college. Things are going to change. There isn’t anything we can do about that.”

“We could make it work.”

“Make what work? What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I want you. I want to be with you, like in a relationship – a real one. I want to be able to walk down the streets of New York City holding your hand. I want to talk on the phone at night while we’re apart. I want your arms wrapped around me even when my family is around. I want you.”

The way he takes his hand off me, as if I burned him, is instantly enough to make me regret everything that just came out of my mouth. I don’t have to look at him to know he doesn’t have the bright smile I imagined when I planned this out. He stands from my bed and I can already feel everything beginning to crumble as he paces in front of me.

“You can’t honestly think your family knowing about us, your brother especially, is a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Why not?! Because he would kick my ass from here to Kenya! That’s why not!”

I flinch from his tone. “Please don’t yell.”

Thankfully, he calms and moves to sit next to me, brushing my hair out of my face. It should be comforting, but I can tell by his expression I’m not going to like what he’s about to say. I brace myself for the impact, though I don’t think it’ll do much good.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know that’s what this was. I thought we were just having some fun for the summer.”

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