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“Bryce—” But his mouth claimed mine, possessing me, and suddenly nothing else mattered. Warmth bloomed inside my chest, opening me up. Here was the man that I loved. He wasn’t pushing me away—he was pulling me toward him. Gone were the cameras, the ugly headlines, stupid Felicia Jones. It was just us.
He’d come for me. He was here with me. He still wanted me.
I was still his.
Bryce deepened the kiss, running his hands down my sides until they came to rest on my hips. He pressed himself against me, and I could feel him—all of him. Fully erect, he jutted against my belly.Unf.We shouldn’t be doing this, not in the dressing room with the security team right outside, not to mention Daphne and Olivia Freaking Jensen…
But the fire had already started. It was already consuming me; there was no way to stop the flames. I had to have him; it was inevitable. Our tongues connected, and then I was grabbing at him, ripping his jacket off, tugging at his tie, running my hands down the muscular splendor that was his chest.
Bryce didn’t ask. He just took. He shoved my pants down, pushing my legs apart with his knee, while I fumbled with his belt and zipper. We shouldn’t be doing this, we were inpublic, for Christ’s sake, but his cock sprung out and thank fuck, he didn’t hesitate. He notched it inside of me. “You’re already so wet,” he groaned.
He grabbed my ass, lifting me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He pinned me against the wall and entered me all the way, all at once.Fuck. Oh, fuck.“I’m not gonna last long, babe,” he grunted.
His thrusts were so urgent, so deep, that I immediately cried out. He clapped a hand over my mouth and increased the already punishing pace. Deep strokes reached inside, all the way to my core. I felt the pressure building as I met him stroke for stroke.So. Fucking. Hard.Bryce was relentless, brutal. He was marking me ashis, branding me with his body.
I ground my clit against him as he drove into me.Fuck, fuck, fuck—
“Bryce—fuck!” I screamed into the palm of his hand as I came, hard, riding atop his dick.
Once my cries subsided, he released my mouth and grabbed my hips. Bryce slammed me down onto him, chasing his own release. He did it over and over again until I saw stars.Fuck!He owned me once again. The pressure built inside me once more, and there were no words, no thoughts, only the intense pleasure of having him deep inside, stroking the places only he could ever reach. The cords stood out on his neck as he thrust, his hard length filling me. Time stopped as I bounced on top of him, once again close to the edge. His thrusts became savage, ragged, our desire breaking down the distance between us. “Yes Chloe,motherfucking yes,” he hissed as he emptied himself inside me. I convulsed against him, riding new waves of pleasure as he drove deep and released. My pussy sucked him greedily, wanting everything, wanting every last drop of him. When he came inside me, I felt complete.Yes.
Yes, Bryce, yes.
We shuddered against each other, holding on for dear life.
It was everything, but it was over in a moment. When we finally came to, clutching each other in the dressing room, Bryce’s expression mirrored my thoughts:Oh shit.
I couldn’t help it; I laughed.
“Shh.” But he was laughing, too, as he pulled up his pants and attempted to straighten his tie. Bryce looked okay, but there was no hope for me. All I could do was fix my leggings, re-do my ponytail, and pray. I refused to even pray for anything specific, like my dignity to return. There was little hope for that.
We hid in the dressing room for a moment. It had gotten very, very quiet out in the boutique.
“Are you ready?” Bryce asked, straightening his tie once more.
“Yes,” I lied.
When we walked through the door, Daphne and the boutique owner were studiouslynotlooking in our direction. The owner looked pissed—her cheeks were red. Daphne looked as though she were apologizing. She also looked as if she might start laughing.
The security guards appeared to be very intent on checking security-related items. They also didn’t look in our direction.
But Olivia and the photographer sprung out at us. A flash went off in our faces. “This isawesome!” Olivia clapped her hands together. “Reunited, and it feelssogood!”
Before I even knew what was happening, Bryce was lunging for her.
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“Bryce? Woah, don’t do it.”I jumped in front of him, shielding Olivia.“Don’t you dare take a picture of this!” I snapped at the photographer. He has the decency to put the camera down.
“I’m done with being a fucking puppet,” Bryce spat out. His eyes were wild again as he peered past me at Olivia and not wild in a fun let’s-do-it-in-the-dressing room kind of way. “Seriously, Olivia. What you’re doing isn’t helping. You know it’s not.”
“Bryce, please. Calm down.” Olivia herself sounded surprisingly calm. Maybe she got threatened by her high-profile clients regularly? “I know this morning’s been rough, but it’s all part of my plan. I promise. Can you listen for a minute?”
“No.” He still looked like he might lunge at her.
