Page 204 of Hide and Keep

He immediately resumes his previous movements.

“Goddamn, that was close.”

My brow remains sky-high. “Crue?”

“I want you to kiss me, but since you won’t…for whatever fucking reason…I’ll settle for watching you kiss my reflection.”

Tentatively, I stretch my neck out toward the mirror, toward Crue’s reflection. His fist at the back of my head guides me closer, until my lips are brushing the glass.

Crue’s eyelids droop as he watches my pursed mouth press against the mirror.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

Seeing his reaction,feelingit in all the places we’re touching, gives me the courage to take it further, to really kiss his reflection as if it’s him. I sneak my tongue between my lips to lick at the cold, flat surface. It doesn’t compare to kissing Crue.Nothing can. But when Crue starts kissing the side of my face, licking and sucking as if he’s imagining my mouth, too, the pretense becomes a little more believable.

Holding the side of his head to mine, I make out with the mirror while Crue makes out with my jaw, both of us watching the other. It’s a sight to behold, one we wouldn’t get if we were kissing each other traditionally.

The warmth both deep inside me as well as just outside builds and builds and builds until I feel like I’m ablaze from head to toe. The tip of Crue’s cock hits just the right spot on my cervix, lighting a very, very short fuse, triggering sparks to explode beneath his finger before waves of intense pleasure roll through me, not once but twice, one immediately after the other.

Forgetting we’re technically in public, I unleash a moan so loud anyone walking by could hear.

Crue’s hand in my hair tightens as his teeth sink into my jaw, keeping me locked in place while he weathers his own climax, releasing a groan practically identical to mine.

Both my forehead and nose mashed to the mirror, my rapid exhales fog it up. I’m so fucked if anyone comes in right now.

I’m so fucked anyway.

Finally, Crue’s finger on my clit slows, not to a complete standstill, just a lazier pace, like maybe he doesn’t even realize he’s still doing it. The fact he hasn’t pulled his dick out though makes me think it’s intentional. It’s not enough to make me come again, at least not yet, but it does keep a constant purr in the back of my throat.

Crue suddenly pulls his face away from mine, and still staring at each other, I see something dark enter his gaze.

“Fuck you, Ever Munreaux.”

My body too fuzzy to react appropriately—with outrage and vitriol since he’s saying this while he’sclearlystill inside me—I just drawl, “What’d I do now?”

The pressure on my sensitive peak disappears entirely before Crue brings his glossy middle finger up to his mouth, sucking my—our?—cum off. He groans again, and I swear I feel his buried cock twitch inside me.

“You ruined me.”

He says it so matter-of-factly, I don’t know if I should laugh or cry. Both urges overwhelm me simultaneously, and not just from the sensations still racking my body.

Instead of doing either, I make myself scoff, “You ruined me first.”

Months ago, if we want to get technical.

“You don’t have anything the rest of the day, right?”

Avoiding Crue’s gaze in the mirror as I try to fix my makeup, I shake my head. Already dressed, all he had to do was wash his hands and he’s set to stroll back out of the bathroom looking relatively the same as earlier. My appearance, unfortunately, takes a little more correction. Crue’s teeth left an imprint on my jaw that no amount of makeup is covering up.

I finally shoot him a scowl, and he smirks.

“Do you know how many fucking hickeys you had on your neck when we met?” Before I can even open my mouth, he answers himself, saying, “Too many.”

I roll my eyes. Like I could remember.

Like I want to.

“Hickeys can be covered up with a turtleneck. This…” I point at my jaw. “Can’t.”

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