Page 8 of Fired Up (Alphas Forever 2)

“It's so good to see you,” he says. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Him saying that makes my heart squeeze. “Really?”

He kisses me in response. He pins me against the elevator wall. He presses against me—his muscles, his hardness, his everything.

“I want you, Layla.”

“I want you, too,” I say. I know I shouldn’t say it, but I’m just so taken with him in that moment. It’s like my mouth won’t form any other words.

Anthony slips a hand under my skirt and ever-so-lightly traces a finger over me. I whimper at his touch.

“Let’s go to your apartment,” I say.

“No,” he says. “Let’s fuck right here.”

To my own shock, I find myself nodding in agreement. I've never been one for public sex. But with Anthony, I can't help myself. I’m burning with desire.

And the next thing I know, it’s happening. He's hoisting me up against the wall. He's got his cock out, and he’s pushing the crotch of my panties aside. He’s rubbing the head of his cock against my wetness. I’m moaning into his ear. Oh, God. It feels so good.

When he enters me, I gasp at how big he is. He’s way bigger than the couple of other guys I've been with. The sensation is totally different. It’s way more…um, fulfilling.

Anthony pins me more firmly against the elevator wall as he fucks me. We both come hard and fast. And afterward, while he’s still inside of me, he gives me this long, super passionate kiss that almost makes me come again.

But then the elevator jolts into motion, and we both frantically get ourselves decent. He gets his cock back into his pants. I straighten my skirt and smooth my hair. By the time the elevator makes it down to the ground floor and the doors open up, we’ve somehow both regained our composure. Or, at least, we're doing a pretty good job of pretending we have. I smile politely at the woman who steps into the elevator with us. I don't even risk looking at Anthony.

I feel bad, of course. I shouldn’t have let this happen—not when the two of us can’t be together. And I still need to tell him how I really feel. But I guess it can wait until tomorrow.

The elevator goes up again and I get off on my floor. In my apartment, I throw my stuff on my couch and go into the kitchen to find something to eat. And it’s as I’m heating up leftovers that I notice the pack of birth control pills sitting there—with the pill that I was supposed to take for the one I missed still in the pack.

It’s only two pills, though. It shouldn’t be a huge deal…right?

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