Page 118 of Bragg's Love

First place but not the last one. We’ve had sex in more places and at more times here. Don’t worry. It’s all sanitary. Promise.

I grasp his hand and drag him toward the hallway. We make it two steps before we’re mobbed by the gossip gals.

“Project Enemy is a success!” Sage declares. “Show them our shirts, ladies. One. Two. Three.”

On three, they whip their cardigans open to reveal hot pink t-shirts with the wordsThe Gossip Gals Did It Againon them.

“What do you think?” Feather asks.

“You look lovely, my dears,” Riley says as he joins us.

Petal fans her face. “He’s a handsome one.”

“And such a charmer,” Sage adds.

With the gossip gang distracted by Riley the charmer, I tiptoe toward the hallway towing Miller in my wake. Once we’re in the hallway, Miller throws me over his shoulder and hurries to the supply room.

“Someone’s an eager beaver.”

“Darling, I think you’re confused about who’s a beaver in this situation.”

I slap his shoulder. “I thought we agreed, no using the word beaver. It’s vulgar.”

He sets me down before shoving me against the door. I can feel his hard length press against me. Yes! Operation Sex in the Storage Room is a GO.

“Flower girl, you can’t fool me. I know you enjoy it when I talk dirty to you.”

“I do?” My words come out all breathy since I’m rubbing up against him. I hate to let a hard-on go to waste.

He nips my earlobe. “Yes. And you love it when I pound my hard cock into you.”

My inner muscles spasm and my nipples tingle. I’m about five seconds away from exploding and Miller hasn’t even touched me yet.

Why the hell did I ever fight this? Us? Well, I’m done fighting now. We’ll face the scary L-word together.

“Yes. Now. Please.” I’m only capable of forming one-word sentences. My mind is officially on the fritz.

He glides his palms up my legs until he reaches the hem of my skirt. I’ve never been so glad I took the time to shower and dress up a bit before. A skirt beats overalls in the accessibility category hands down. He bunches the material of my skirt up until it’s gathered at my waist.

He groans when he glances down and notices my sheer panties. “Darling, you’re killing me.”

“This from Mr. Can’t Wear Undies Because They Constrict My Balls.”

He punches his hips against me.

“I have it on good authority you enjoy my lack of underwear.”

“Assumptions. Assumptions. Where’s the follow through, big guy?”

“How’s this for follow through?” He pulls my panties to the side and thrusts two fingers inside of me.

My knees shake and I cling to his shoulders before I fall to the floor. “G-g-good.”

“Just good?” he asks on a pump.

“Scorecard later. Make me come now.”

He uses his body to press me against the door. “You want to come?” he growls into my ear causing my walls to tighten around him.

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