Page 139 of Forbidden Romeo

“We’re not coming back for the bikes,” Aimee and Kate say simultaneously.

I smirk at Aimee, and she offers me a smile that could light up the darkest of rooms. For the first time since I met her, I saw a flicker of hope in her eyes. And I know I will do whatever I can to make sure it doesn’t disappear.

“Fine,” I say casually. “You have your orders. If anything goes wrong, fall back immediately. Protect the safehouse at all costs—if the location is compromised, we’re all fucked.”

“Pleasure doing business with you, Jack,” Ray replies sarcastically. “As always.”

Aimee takes the phone off me. “We’ll see you on the other side.”

She hangs up and throws the phone to the side, immediately wrapping her arms around me.

I draw her in close, breathing her in. “Are you sure about this?”

“Please stop asking me that. We need to do this; you and I both know that running away is no way to live.”

I can’t help it; I kiss her square on the mouth.

She gasps a little against my lips before responding enthusiastically. I feel her fingers wrap around my neck, and I hoist her up onto my hips. The pressure of her sitting righttherehas me growling in frustration.

Our kisses suddenly feel desperate, like we can’t quite get enough. I lose myself in her embrace, in the sweetness of her tongue as she explores my mouth earnestly.

I tear at her shirt, and a moment later, it’s on the floor. The only thing in the world that matters right now is her skin against mine. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her in closer.

“Take your shirt off,” Aimee gasps out between furious kisses. It’s like she instinctively knows what I need.

I throw her down on the couch and strip down as efficiently as I can, eager to close the distance between us again. She meets me there, wrapping herself around me with the same amount of desperation.

Never would I ever believe that Aimee would embrace me like this? Not just physically, but this life, ourlivestogether.

And god fucking damn, is it hot when she takes command like that.

I tug at her skirt and slide it off her body, pressing my thigh into her core.

She groans, and I do my best to swallow every sound.

“You’re so wet already,” I purr against her, rubbing her up and down.

“I want you to fuck me so hard,” she growls back, squirming against my leg.

I don’t need telling twice. I pick her up again and bend her over the back of the couch.

Her ass lifts eagerly into the air, and I feast on her cheeks, burying my nose beneath her panties to get at her soaking-wet pussy. Nothing tastes as good as this. Her nectar is the sweetest I have ever tasted. My tongue circles her over and over, lapping up every drop.

“Fuck!”

She whines when I withdraw, removing her panties with my teeth.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I say, surprised by how deep my voice sounds. Every inch of my body is overwhelmed with my desire for the woman in front of me.

My cock is already hard and throbbing in my hand as I guide it into her. Her gorgeous gasp is like a drug, and I slowly push in further and further.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I groan.

She gasps again, taking my full length. I pause there for a moment, waiting for her to turn around. To let me know she’s okay.

When she glances over her shoulder, her eyes are fire.

My fingers tangle in her hair and pull her head back. She submits entirely, stretching up onto her toes to give me better access. Her delicious ass bounces against my thighs with every thrust.

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