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CHAPTER THIRTEEN - LULU

He stares at me. I barely recognize him. He’s so much older, broader, more intent. One gloved hand flies to my throat, the other covers my mouth as he pushes me back into the shadows of the thick stone columns that hold the arch over our heads. We round the corner, backing me into the secret spot I found for us so many years ago at the end of that one perfect night.

I’m frightened for a moment. Caught up in the accusations against him. In the law, and my duty, and my job.

But the heat of his hands and the urgency in his push are enough to keep me calm. Make me want him. Render me powerless to refuse him.

Did I ever doubt that I’d give in?

“Where did you go?” he asks, once we’re hidden from view, the only prying eyes those of the iconic statue set into the stone wall.

“Away,” I say simply.

“You’re back now?” he asks. Eyes almost pleading.

“I’m back now.”

He sits on the stone bench and it’s like… it’s like we’re kids again. At the end of that one night at the ball. But this time we are deliberate. Older. More experienced, but also more cynical.

My eyes never leave his as I hike up my dress, straddle his thighs, and nestle myself into his lap.

He hugs me then. Wraps his arms completely around my waist, pulling me in so close, I almost gasp for air.

One Gloved Hand

CHAPTER FOURTEEN - CASE

“Right here,” she says. “Right now.”

I cannot stop looking at her. We are dressed up like bride and groom. Playing the game of adulthood for parents, and photographers, and all the other couples around us.

“Please,” she says, taking her lips to my mouth.

I kiss her softly. This was not how I imagined it. I have wanted to fuck her for weeks now. Every rehearsal was torture as I weighed that desire against who I am, what I’m doing, and how she might—or might not—fit into my long-term plan.

But I’m powerless. She’s so in control of this moment, and I only want to make her happy, so I help her as she wrestles with the skirts of her dress and guides my hand between her legs.

The pulsing throb in my cock takes over and my fingers slip past her lacy panties, pulling them aside so I can find her soft wetness.

She closes her eyes and bites her lip, but I never stop watching her face as I ease my fingers in and out, gently stretching her open.

“Are you sure?” I ask. “I can think of so many different ways to make this better, Lulu.”

She opens her eyes. I know what I’m doing with my fingers is painful because I can read her so well. I know her so well. If I fuck her here, she will have to be silent. She will have to bite back the soft screams that will come from her mouth when I fill her up.

“It doesn’t get any better than this, Case. I swear, there will never be a better time than right now.”

Her hand rests on top of mine as I continue to stimulate her. She closes her eyes again, whimpering for me to do more. To keep going and take the gift she’s offering.