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Her body trembled as I worked for it, carrying her higher and higher.

I loved seeing her like this, seeing this raw side of her. I needed her pleasure more than air, more than anything.

I moved my thumb once more over her clit.

Her eyes fluttered back and her body tensed as she came on my hand, her pussy clenching my fingers and a string of incomprehensible sounds slipping from her lips.

I wanted to sink my dick deep inside of her, make her come again and again until she couldn’t take any more. Until she felt me so entirely she’d never crave anyone else.

But we weren’t dating.

Morgan wasn’t for me, not for real.

Whose name would she cry out as she came? I didn’t even know what mine was.

I took a step back.

Her face was red, her copper hair mussed and frizzy. Her expression transformed from ecstasy to the same confusion I imagined was on my own face.

“That was….” Her chest heaved.

Please don’t say it was a mistake.

She licked her lips. “I’m not supposed to be here.”

I tried to ignore the delicious scent of her even though I could smell her in the air and all over my hand. I tried to push away the memory of her whimpers and the gorgeous expression on her face as she unraveled for me.

“You’re supposed to be filming,” I said, my voice tight.

“Yeah.” Another deep breath.

“You should go,” I said, hating that those were the words I needed to tell her.

“Are you all right?”

I gave her a nod, because I didn’t want to lie. I was anything but all right. “I’ll see you tonight.”

I shoved my hands in my pockets and tried my best to ignore the raging hard-on pressing against my fly.

“Tonight.” She nodded, then kissed my cheek and ran off, like she couldn’t get away from me fast enough.

After what just happened, I couldn’t imagine how we could spend another night together in that hotel room. She didn’t want me, and I had no idea how I was supposed to keep on pretending that I could think of her as only a friend.

I’d only taken a taste, and she’d already broken every wall I’d constructed around myself. She was the only person I could trust. I needed her.

And after what I’d done to her, how I’d crossed a line, I knew tonight she’d tell me it was a mistake. That hole in my chest returned with a vengeance, and not because I was no one. It was worse now, because I knew she’d tell me to go.

TWENTY-SEVEN

MORGAN

Out of breath from running, totally just from running and not at all fromthe super-hot public sexy times that just happened,I slipped into the first-floor bathroom of the Lacuna building.

I stood in front of the mirror and looked over my damp face and rosy cheeks.

So this is what super-hot sex looks like.I mean yes, it had definitely affected me. How could it not?

I’d never done anything like that. It was all the public part that had me so hot and bothered, right? Not the fact that Tristan who wasn’t Tristan gave me the best orgasm of my life, or that I’d been half a second from begging him to tear down his pants and take me all the way to Dicktown and across Dick Junction.

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