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Page 122 of Rules Of Our Own

“I need you to come with me.” My voice comes out in a strangled whisper.

I don’t know if it’s the desperation in my voice, but she follows without a word. There’s a door off the back of the room, and I sneak us both in.

It’s a storage room, filled to the brim with different-style chairs and extra tables stacked over each other half haphazardly. The only light comes from above, tall flickering bulbs casting everything in warm shadows.

“I’m sorry,” she rushes out. “I shouldn’t have said that. We haven’t even talked about it.”

I cup the sides of her face, cutting her off with a swift kiss.

“Mia, I love you.”

“You don’t have to say that just because I did.”

“Are you kidding me? You’ve buried yourself so deep inside me that there’s no way to know where my love for you starts and where I end. It’s one and the same. You’re all that I am, and I’m so fucking grateful to have you.I fucking love you.” I coat my words in sincerity.

“You love me?” Her voice breaks, and my ribs squeeze around my heart.

“Always.” I crush my mouth against hers and groan when she instantly opens for me. She tastes crisp like champagne, and as I devour her mouth, I back her against the wall beside the closed door.

Her hands bury themselves into my hair, pulling me harder against her. Like she’s desperate to close the space between us. I break apart, kissing along her jaw and down the column of her neck.

“Say it again,” she breathes, tilting her head back against the wall, making room for me.

“I love you.” I graze my teeth along the shell of her ear, smiling as goose bumps erupt under my touch. “I love you, Mia.”

Her grip tightens in my hair, yanking me back to her lips. She devours me with needy, desperate kisses that I return with equal desire.

Her nails rake down my neck, and her hips rock against me, searching for friction. Doing my fucking best not to ruin her dress, I pull the hem above her hips and lift her until her legs wrap around me.

Her mouth breaks away from mine with a hungry moan.

“I need you, Mia. I need you so fucking much. I need you right now.”

She rolls her hips against my hard cock in response. “Yes! God yes.”

I grip her ass with one hand, pinning her between the wall and me, then rip her underwear at the seams and tuck the remnants into my pocket. Pushing my pants and boxers around my ankles, I nestle my cock against her entrance, barely entering her. I pause, my mind swirling. This should be romantic, not some back-room fuck. Our chests heave against each other’s, and her brilliant green eyes meet mine.

“I love you,” she says, voice sure, and shifts to bury my cock into her core. I buck, entering fully, unable to stop myself.

“We’ll do this slow and sweet later,” I promise.

She bites my lower lip. “Shut up and fuck me.”

I groan against her, losing my last vestige of control, and thrust into her. Her moans grow louder as her back pounds against the wall, taking every ounce of me. I capture her needy sounds with my mouth and tingles start in the small of my back, traveling down my hips. My dick grows impossibly hard as my orgasm begs to be released.

Like fuck she’s not coming with me.

I drop my forehead against her, saying between gritted teeth, “I’m fucking close. Come with me.”

She nods her head, hissing in each breath. I slide my hand up her thigh and circle her clit with my thumb. She cries out, back arching off the wall, and trembles in my arms as I draw small patterns against her. I listen to the sounds she makes, moving quicker or slower until her moans break and her orgasm rocks through her.

My hips jerk unevenly as I follow her over the edge.

Dizzy from my release, I press my chest into hers and bury my face into her neck. Her heart’s pounding, matching mine beat for beat as we both come down from our high.

I lower her legs to the floor and smile at her rosy cheeks. I pull out my phone, snap a pic of my cum running down her leg, and fire it off to River before fixing the hem of her dress.

Me: Getting cleaned up. Meet us out front, we’re getting the fuck out of here.




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