Page 122 of That Last Secret

“Not until you talk to me.”

“I can’t! Because I don’t know what’s wrong with me right now!” Her body sags as the tension in her evaporates. “I’m so tired. I’m so stressed. My head is a mess right now.”

I throw my arms around her body, pulling her head to my chest and holding her there as tight as I can. She grips my T-shirt as she melts into my arms, and we stand like that for only a few minutes, but it feels like years.

She eventually pulls back, but I hold her shoulders so she can’t go too far.

“What can I do to help?” I ask.

Emiline’s hands find the side of my face again while she searches my features like she’s memorizing them. I know that look because I do the same when I look at her.

Then she lifts on her toes and presses her lips to mine.

My hold on her upper arms tightens at the feel of her plush lips on me again. This is different from the kiss we had outsideby my bike. This time, she’s opening up for me. Wanting me. Craving me the way I always crave her.

“Emiline,” I breathe out against her lips. “You can’t kiss me like that here. I can’t control how I respond to it.”

A smirk plays on her lips.

“Emiline,” I warn.

“I’m sorry.” She chuckles. “When you kiss me like that, it kind of makes me go a little crazy.”

A growl vibrates in my chest and straight to my cock.

I lean in, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. “When you kissmelike that, it makes me want to bend you over right here in the middle of the ring and spank you until my handprint marks that pretty little ass of yours red.”

Emiline gasps, clearly not expecting me to say that. Then she does somethingIleast expect.

She gives me a devilish grin before lifting herself on her toes to kiss me again. The same way she did before, but with more force. Her head moving to the side to deepen the kiss, arching her back into me in hopes of feeling my reaction to her.

I’m sure she does because my cock is on full alert from this.

“I warned you.”

She pulls back, the grin on her face and less than an inch from my lips. “I know.”

My resolve snaps and I no longer give a fuck where we are.

I spin her around, placing a palm on her stomach while my other hand grips the back of her neck to bring her back flush against my front. I force her to bend at the waist while I thrust my hips into her.

“This what you want, Em? To drive me so crazy my cock is begging to be inside of you?”

“I mean… we have the place to ourselves, right?”

We do. I have a key to the place because the owner knows me enough to trust me to take care of it even when he’s not here. He trusts that Silas and I will come in to box and leave.

I hook my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and push them to the ground. There’s no part of me that’s thinking straight right now, but Emiline has this effect on me.

She keeps herself bent at the waist, allowing me the perfect view of her ass. I take a minute to memorize it in this light. “Fuck, Em. You should see yourself right now. Ass on full display for me like you want my cock out here in the open room.”

“I want your cock,” she admits without missing a beat.

I raise a brow. “You’re turning into quite the dirty talker, Emiline. I’m not sure how I feel about that.”

My hands find her ass as I run my palm over her cheeks before giving them a tight squeeze. She fits perfectly in my hands.

I lean down to press a quick kiss to the left cheek before moving to the right. I hear a slight moan escape her just from kissing her there.

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