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ALANA
My body erupts with sensation as JD’s lips move against the sensitive skin just beneath my ear.
I thought he was going in for a kiss, but he knew that I could possibly stand strong and stop that.
This though?
I stand no fucking chance as desire shoots off around my body, making my core ache and my fingers and toes tingle.
It shouldn’t be this good with him.
He should be off-limits.
No. I’m the one who should be off-limits.
I’m the married one.
But at some point, all the lines have been blurred. And while I know I should be stopping it, I can’t.
I’m strong in so many ways. But not right now.
“Mav,” I cry when his teeth sink into my skin, making my body burn for him.
“Dove.” He growls. “I know you’re aware of who’s doing this right now.”
“Y-yeah, I am,” I stutter. “I need to see him, JD. Please.”
“What if I need you more?” he counters, refusing to take his lips off me.
His hands slip under Reid’s shirt. The heat of his palm makes my temperature soar.
“Julian,” I cry when he grips my ass, dragging my pussy against his already hard length.
“Fuck. That’s better.”
“I’m not yours,” I force out, knowing it’s going to hurt him. He stills. His lips against my collarbone. “I can’t be yours.”
“Maybe not. But I’m willing to pretend right now.”
A shriek rips from my lips as he flips us. I land on my back in the middle of his bed.
Dragging Reid’s boxers from my legs, he spreads my thighs. Letting his eyes linger on my pussy as he reaches behind him and drags his shirt off.
My own mouth waters as he exposes his ink and muscles, but before I really get a chance to take him in, he falls on top of me, planting his hands on either side of my head.
“My dove,” he whispers before finally dipping lower and stealing my lips in a filthy kiss.
I want to fight him, hold onto the frustration. But I can’t. Once again, he’s shattered through my walls and left them as nothing but a ruined pile of bricks.
“Fucking hell, Dove.” He moans into our kiss. “I fucking missed you.”
“Julian.” I gasp when his hands slide under Reid’s shirt, dragging it up my body, exposing me to him.
He only pulls away from my lips when the fabric forces us to.
“Look at you,” he muses.
I don’t follow his gaze. I don’t need to see how skinny and weak I am. It’s a reminder I don’t need of why I shouldn’t be doing this right now.
