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“We have to be fast,” I whisper, giggling like a teenager.
“Won’t be difficult,” Kyle rasps. “I’ve been hard ever since I saw you in that dress.”
His thumb finds my clit, rubbing firm circles that have my back bowing and my toes curling.
“You know what I was thinking about that night you rode that bull at the fair?”
“What?” I breathe.
I don’t know how he’s talking in complete sentences. I’m so close to coming that I can taste it, all the pleasure and heat that’s been building swelling together, so close to shattering.
“I was picturing this. You bouncing on my cock with those wild curls and red cheeks, taking me this well. Seeing these perfect tits”—he tugs one strap of my dress down, palming my left one—“move as I fucked you so hard that you felt it for a week.”
I moan loudly, as turned on by his dirty mouth as the thick dick I’m grinding against.
Kyle smirks. “You’re supposed to be quiet, baby.”
He tugs me closer and collides our mouths, biting my bottom lip and then slipping his tongue inside. It’s urgent and heated, filled with so much love and lust that my entire body sings. He fucks me harder, gripping my hips and setting an even faster pace. It’s always like this—desperate—no matter how many times we have sex. All the excitement of a first time and the frenzy of a final one.
“Come on my cock.”
I tip over the edge, the rush of release immediate and consuming. The warmth seeping into me so satisfying.
Kyle doesn’t let go, holding on to me tightly, even as our bodies still.
He presses a soft kiss on the side of my neck, running his thumb along my jawline. “Good girl.”
“You like it when I’m naughty,” I tease, pulling back and combing his hair with my fingers. My hands did a real number on the strands.
“Is that what we’re calling sex on a bench at your friend’s wedding? Naughty?”
“Better than a brick wall.”
He chuckles, then presses a quick kiss to my lips. “You loved the brick wall.”
“Yeah, I did,” I agree.
His hazel eyes flash with a mixture of humor and heat.
I don’t want to move. I want to sit like this, hidden away from the rest of the world, as close as two people can possibly be.
But I also don’tactuallywant to overshadow Harper’s wedding with a scandal about Kyle Spencer getting caught having sex. Just because I can forget he’s famous doesn’t mean everyone else does. I’ve gotten comfortable with the stares and attention. Used to them at the very least. But I also adore these moments—when he only belongs to me. When he’s mine.
Reluctantly, I shift back, pulling the strap of my dress up and mourning the loss of contact. Kyle fixes his pants and tucks in his shirt, still looking a little mussed but presentable. I’m sure my lips are swollen and my face is pink, but we have the whole walk back to the tent.
“Ready?” Kyle asks.
“Yeah.”
He takes my hand, and we start to walk along the gravel path, the fragrant scent of lavender swirling in the cool night air.
“I’m considering returning to music,” he says suddenly. “I…miss it. More than I thought I would. The creative outlet and performing.”
“Would you re-sign with Empire?”
Kyle shakes his head. “I can’t. It’s too weird with my…dad.”
“He’d have your best interests in mind. For business at least.”
