Page 72 of Illicit

“Please,” I beg.

“Please what,” he demands. His tone is rough with emotion.

My eyes fall shut. “I’m close.”

“I know you are.” He gives me a bit more pressure with quickened movements. “There you go.”

When it washes over me, I gasp and moan at the same time. My body quakes, and Rocco holds me tight to his chest as his bare thigh presses between my legs. He has me pinned. He wrings every ounce of orgasm out of me and never lets up.

His fingers slow as I collapse against his chest, but he doesn’t pull his hand away. He holds me between my legs and strokes my hair as I recover from my first Rocco-induced orgasm.

My breaths are labored as I will my heart to slow to a steady pace. Rocco says nothing as he holds me close, but all I can think about is his rock-hard cock that’s pressed to my thigh.

“Roc?” I try to pull my head away to look up at him, but he holds me tight.

“Hmm?”

“Um, what about you?”

I’m satiated and relaxed. Rocco is anything but when he looks down at me. “We need to set some ground rules.”

I frown. “Rules?”

He lifts his chin. “A contract. This secret between us … anything and everything is on the table, but no sex.”

My frown deepens, and my post-orgasmic haze disintegrates into a depressing reality. “You-you don’t want to have sex?”

“Let me amend that. No sex until I know you’re all in.”

“Why?”

“For the same reason you were hesitant to be right here. If you walk away from me, I refuse to sit across the dinner table from you at Christmas and know what it’s like to have you but not have you. The fact that your family is my family makes this messy enough as it is. When I make you mine, you’ll be mine forever. There will be no going back.”

“I’m not sure what to think about that. So you’ll get to touch me as you please and I don’t get the same in return?”

He pulls me up his rock-hard chest and rolls me to my back. His hips fall between my legs where I feel the effects of what we just did. He rubs his long cock against my still-sensitive clit. “Who said you couldn’t touch me? I said no sex. Other than that, you can do whatever you want. Are you disappointed?”

Disappointed?

Hell, yes. But I can’t show him that.

“Of course not.”

His smirk is more beautiful when he’s leering over me. “Not even if you beg.”

Being pressed into the mattress by Rocco would be my new favorite thing in the world if the orgasm he just gave me weren’t at the top of the list. “I didn’t know your virtue was at stake. Begging is officially off the table.”

He shakes his head. “It’s been so long since my virtue was intact, it feels like another lifetime. That’s what happens when your parents don’t give a shit where you are or what you do.”

I shouldn’t have brought that up. Not only do I not want to talk about virtues, but I really don’t want to think about who came before me. Rocco basically melts the panties off women with the lift of his chin. He could have any woman he wanted.

Which is why it blows my mind he hasn’t been with anyone since our first kiss.

That shouldn’t give me as much satisfaction as it does.

He changes the subject from sex to reality. “Your parents will be here soon. I need to calm my dick the fuck down and pretend I don’t know what it’s like to watch you come. This will be interesting.”

“A secret relationship with Rocco Monroe while living at my parents’ house across the hall from each other. Yeah, it will be interesting.”

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