Page 69 of Sincerely, Mr. Braden

“For you,” she pants out.

“Fucking right.” I thrust faster. “So tight and perfect. You were made for me.”

“Yes—”

The sounds of our passion fill the room as I reach around her, playing her clit like a fucking guitar, until her pussy clamps down on my cock, and she practically screams my name as “Ellie—” charges from my lungs, and I come so hard, it feels like it was ripped from my bones. We ride out our pleasure, moaning and cursing.

When her head drops between her shoulders, I come down over her back. Using one hand for balance, I wrap my other arm around her and kiss her spine. “Ellie,” I rasp, the firelight flickering across our bodies. “Jesus…”

As the room slowly comes back into focus, the only sounds our hampered breathing and the crackling fire, I hear a slow clap. It takes a moment for me to realize it’s coming from my phone, growing louder, faster, into fucking applause.

Ellie goes rigid, her head snapping to the side. “Seth?”

“Fuck.” I grab the phone as Jared and Wells start cheering and end the call with a violent swipe.

“Tell me that didn’t happen,” Ellie pleads, mortified.

I sit back, pulling her onto my lap. “Hey.” My voice is still rough, wrecked. “It’s going to be okay.”

“Okay?” An incredulous laugh falls from her lips. “Your business partners just got the after-hours version of us.”

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I thought I muted it.”

“You didn’t.”

“Obviously.” The situation is so fucked up, I try to make light of it. “At least they clapped.”

She groans and buries her face in my neck. “I think I just died.”

“Not on my watch.” I hook my finger under her chin, drawing her eyes back to mine. “That was incredible.”

“It was, but I never say things like that, and now Jared and Wel—oh God. I can never meet your family. We have to break up.”

“Sweetheart, stop. They don’t even know we’re together.”

She deadpans. “You practically shouted Ellie.”

“They don’t know who Ellie is. I’ll call you Taylor around them, and they’ll never know.”

“They’ll think you were with someone else?” She wrinkles her nose. “I kind of hate that idea.”

“Me too, but if it’ll make you feel better, I’m happy to do it. Or we can change our names, move to a foreign country, and go into witness protection. Do you think witness protection covers public indecency via speakerphone?”

She’s half laughing as she says, “Even if they don’t, I’m in. You handle the paperwork. I’ll pack snacks.”

“My perfect partner in crime.”

She touches her forehead to mine and whispers, “I’m so embarrassed.”

“If you knew how beautiful you were in those wild moments, you wouldn’t be embarrassed. You’d be proud.” I brush my lips over hers. “Think of it this way. Some people have couple goals. We’ll be their passion goals.”

She smiles. “You’re crazy.”

“Maybe.” I tuck her hair behind her ear and kiss her. “But if this is what crazy feels like, I never want to be sane again.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Taylor