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Before it's too much, I force her hand away and push her dress up, groaning in pleasure when I find she's not wearing any panties.Â

She's completely bare.

"I thought you would like that," she says, a glint of wickedness in her eyes.

"You're a menace." My menace. Nothing could make me let her go.

She laughs as I tease her entrance and push inside of her. Her laugh is swallowed up by a moan as I find my way into her. Her body wraps around me like a dream. This is heaven, there is no question about it.

Amelia clutches my shoulders, her fingers leaving marks on my skin. I want the bruises tattooed on me so she can see exactly how she makes me feel. I'll write her name on my back and put my ring on her finger. There's no such thing as claiming her too much.

We move together, my cock completely swallowed by her tight folds and it's not long before her body ripples around mine as orgasm tears through her. And I follow quickly behind, emptying into her, heedless of the consequences.

Making love once only opens up the gates for the rest of the day. When we're not in each other's arms only because we're taking a quick rest. At night I gather her close in my arms and imagine a world where this is real and it's our future.

I've never dreamed about forever before, but with Amelia it's all I can think about.

But the dangers of the real world are waiting for us. And I don't know how long we can stay here.Â

I try to give her brother a call, but the phone goes directly to voicemail. He doesn't answer my texts.

One day leads to another and another, and then a fourth. And even though I am a bit sex drunk on Amelia I know time is running out.

This place isn't a secret.Â

Her family knows she's with me. They must by now given that Jimmy DeLuca saw us leave my place. And I'm not doing anything to keep her safe. Not anything except hiding her away.

I need to call into the office. Need to find out what else is happening. And maybe it's time to start looking for fake passports and stolen identities. Anything to keep Amelia safe.

On the fifth day I know it's time to make a move and when Amelia is in the shower I pull out my phone, ready to give my partner a call.

But before I can dial the number the screen flashes with a familiar number.

Angelo.

I answer the phone and he wastes no time. "It's safe for her to come home now."

I don't ask questions. Whatever this costs, Angelo must've deemed it to be worth the price.

I hope he's right.