Page 63 of Illicit Desires (The Deepest Desires 3)

My mind keeps replaying all of last night on a loop. Breaking down at his feet, bearing my darkest fears to him, then having him take care of me afterward.

And the sex.God.The fucking sex.

The connection and electricity that flowed between us was potent, and the way he made my body feel was mind-blowing. It’d been unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and every single part of me wants to do it again.

“Hey, you okay?” Anderson’s voice shakes me out of my head. Looking over at him, concern fills his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“You just look a little pale and clammy.”

“Nah, I’m good. Stomach’s just a little upset. That’s all.”

My breath hitches when his big hand slides across the center console, squeezing my thigh, then resting it there. The rest of the ride is spent in easy, comfortable silence. Only the sound of the music fills the car.

I’m more than a little shocked to see my parents’ cars out front when we pull up. I haven’t spoken to them in days and had zero intention of changing that any time soon. We both wordlessly get out of the car and make our way inside. Quiet chatter comes from the kitchen, and they both come into the hall when they hear the door close.

“Crew, hey, son. Tried calling you earlier.” My dad has his fake lawyer smile on. Trying to seem like a genuine dad in front of Anderson, but he fools no one.

“Yup, sorry. Phone died.”

My mom walks up to us, arms open. “Anderson, dear. It’s so nice to see you.”

This is my chance to make a getaway upstairs without him following me, so I take it. “I’ll be right back down.”

He nods at me, bringing his attention back to my mom. “It’s nice to see you, too, Mrs. Collins.”

Taking the stairs two at a time, I practically jog to my room once I reach the top. My stomach is rolling, and my head is pounding. Not taking any chances, I snatch just what I need out of my drawer, taking it to the bathroom, and locking the door behind me. I need this shit flowing through my bloodstreamnow, so my only option is to snort it.

Knowing that Anderson will head up here any minute, I turn on the shower so he can’t hear anything and get started crushing three little pills into micro-fine powder. I grab the rolled-up bill and snort all three lines up my right nostril, one right after the other. My head throws back as I wipe my nose with the back of my hand. The comforting bitter taste slithers down my throat and my shoulders visibly relax, knowing relief is on its way.

A knock at the door startles me, the bill dropping on the counter. “Yeah?”

“You okay, man?”

“Yup. About to take a shower.”

He’s silent for a moment, and I think he may have walked away. “Can I join you?”

Despite being panicked about almost getting caught, I can’t help the smile that slides across my face. He’s so shy and innocent about sex, so it’s extra cute when he gets flirty or forward.

I quickly blow away the pill residue and shove the bill into the drawer, before opening the door and coming face to face with a blushing Anderson. “You’re so fucking cute. Get in here.” Fisting his shirt, I yank him into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind us.

Shoving him against the wall, my lips collide with his. The kiss is rough and eager, and it sends chills down my spine. “Can’t fucking get enough, can you?” I ask against his lips.

He growls against my lips, shaking his head feverishly. I have a theory about Anderson. One that I don’t have any concrete evidence to back up. More of a…feelingthan anything else. I’ve known him almost our whole lives, and he’s always been withnicegirls, even the one time I accidentally saw him fuck Calina, it waspolitesex.

My theory is Anderson has a dark side. A rough side of him in the bedroom he’s never been able to unleash. I want to bring that side out of him, let him be his true self.

That’s why I drop to my knees, looking up at him beneath my lashes, slipping my fingers into the waistband of his pants and pulling them down. His eyes darken, his pupils swallowing the forest green irises, and his Adam’s apple bobs on a harsh swallow.

“What are you doing?”

My palm wraps around his length, a hiss falling off his lips. “I think you want to fill my mouth with your big fucking cock. You want to stuff me full, where I can’t breathe without your permission.”

My hand continues to stroke him lazily, my gaze never faltering from his. “I think you want to watch my eyes cry for you. You want spit to dribble out of my mouth like a sloppy fucking slut for you.”

My tongue peeks out, swiping his glistening tip. His eyes flutter, like they want to close, but he can’t seem to take his eyes off me.

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