Page 49 of Destiny

I grab his shoulders and force him to turn around and face me. “It’s not that simple, Brendan, and you know it.”

“It’s every bit that simple, Ava. Every bit. I love you, damn it. I love you, and I want a life with you. I would put a ring on your finger right now, and, thanks to your family’s meddling in my insurance claim, I can afford one.”

“Brendan, I already told you that—”

“Yeah. You told me, didn’t you? You told me you had to deal with your family first. Before you could make a commitment to me. I get it. I do…but this new development that you didn’t tell me about…” He shoves his hands into his pockets. “I don’t know where I fucking stand anymore.”

“Brendan, no. You know where you stand. I love you!”

“Do you? Do you fucking love me, Ava? Because you show it in a really strange way.”

I run to him then, grab on to him, melt my body into his.

His arms don’t go around me. He’s stiff as a board.

I pull away, and I do something that I know I’ll regret later.

I purposefully tug on my lip ring, run my tongue around it.

Knowing that it will arouse him.

It does just that.

He stalks toward me like a wolf, grabs me, smashes his lips to mine again.

It’s an open-mouthed kiss. An animalistic kiss. Tongues and teeth everywhere, passion and desire exuding.

And anger. Anger overshadowing it all.

Not just on his part but on mine as well. He’s accusing me of keeping things from him. He’s right, but he doesn’t understand the need I have to figure this out for my family.

So I’m angry too. Angry that he can’t wait for me. That he’s pushing me, prodding me.

Our mouths still fused, he pushes me against the wall, grinding his hard cock into my belly.

The melting. The melting of my body, permeating between my legs. I’m wet. Always so wet for him.

He breaks the kiss, takes a step backward, his blue eyes blazing into mine.

“Take off those clothes, Ava. All of them. Now.”

I obey him without question. I don’t even consider not complying. I strip myself. It’s easy, as I’m only wearing sweat pants and a T-shirt.

I stand before him naked, my nipples hard and protruding, begging for his touch.

He narrows his eyes, never wavering from my gaze. He unbuckles his belt, unzips his jeans, and shoves them along with his underwear over his hips, letting his cock spring out.

Then he comes toward me, pushes me against the wall, lifts me, and sets me down on his cock.

My back is cold against the wall, but only for a moment. Because in that moment, I blaze. I become flame. I’m on fire.

On fire as he shoves his cock into me, burning through me.

It’s the middle of the day, and though the lights in the bakery are off, anyone could walk by, look through the window. We’re in the back, but if they look hard, squint, they will see us.

Brendan, fucking me up against the wall of my own bakery.

He grunts with each thrust, a grunt of anger, of passion.

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