Page 108 of Shifted Desire

Samantha’s head tilts back as she moans her assent, her fingers making quick work of freeing my dick. The slit in her dress isn’t enough for me to have her wrap her legs around me and fuck her against the wall, and I curse, wishing I could rip it off her.

She laughs at my frustration and turns so I can pull down the zipper. My lips press against the bare skin of her spine as soon as it’s exposed to me, my hands cupping her breasts with a greedy groan.

The second she’s stepped out of her dress, I’m on her, backing her up until her hips hit a couch, and lifting her up onto the edge. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me close, and I bury my face into her throat as I sink inside her to the hilt.

“Yes.” The relief in her voice reverberates through me as I suck her nipple into my mouth, thrusting in deep, slow strokes. “Oh fuck, Nathan, just like that.”

“Gods, baby, you feel unreal,” I murmur as I move to her other breast, wishing we could stay like this forever. “So perfect. My perfect girl.”

Her heels dig into my hips, urging me to bury myself even deeper as our mouths meet.

I drink down her gasping cry as she comes around me, her pussy clamping down on me so hard I follow her over the edge, only barely having enough presence of mind to avoid knotting her.

She clutches me to her chest as we pant through our orgasms. “Gods, Nathan…”

I give her a besotted, sex-dazed smile. “I wish we could stay like this.”

She sighs as reality creeps back in, and we realize that people will notice our absence if we spend more time basking in the aftershocks of our illicit coupling.

I grimace as I pull out, looking around for something to clean her up with. She shakes her head at me, slipping her panties back up. “Leave it. I want you to know that I’m dripping your cum when we go back out there. Our dirty secret.”

“Gods, yes. You’re mine even if no one else knows it yet.”

Samantha nods, a devilish smile on her lips as she slips back into her dress. I kiss her nape as I zip it back up, and she turns, wrapping her arms around me.

“Nathan…” Her eyes glimmer in the dark room.

“Yes?” I rasp, expecting her to say something filthy to get me worked up before we have to go back out there and torture me for the rest of the night.

“I love you.”

I freeze, my brain short-circuiting. “What?” I ask, needing to make sure I heard her right.

Her soft expression shutters instantly, and she steps away, muttering something under her breath.

I reach out toward her. “What did you say?”

She dodges backward, shaking her head, her hair obscuring her face. “Nothing. Gods, I’m so stupid.” She scrambles to open the door and leaves without another word.

My damn brain comes on board far too late to parse what’s happening.

With a curse, I race after her.

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Fuck, why did I say that? Why did I have to ruin things?

The look on Nathan’s face was like a knife to the gut, shocked and confused and crushing. I shouldn’t run away or go back out to the reception upset, but every cell in my body is aching with the unspoken rejection. The unshakable, sickening understanding that he doesn’t feel the same way, even though I thought I was safe from rejection this time. Everything he’s said and done points to him loving me. So why didn’t he say it back? Why did he seem so surprised? Why did I put myself out there like a fucking idiot when I could’ve kept my mouth shut and enjoyed things for what they are?

“Samantha!”

I’ve barely made it halfway down the hallway leading back to the reception, already winded from the rejection and unable to run in these stupid fucking heels, when Nathan calls after me.

The tears slide down my cheeks as if they were waiting for the sound of his voice.

Fuck. Fuck him for following me. I wouldn’t cry if he’d just leave me alone and let me process this on my own, and now I’m going to have to go back to the party with puffy red eyes that I can’t explain, while his cum is still inside me and I’m silently dying because I’ll never have love like everyone else.

“Samantha, stop.”