Page 128 of Only Fate

I watch him, wishing I hadsomeregret for letting him into my bedroom, but I don’t.

He pulls back the blankets that aren’t turned down. Makinghimself comfortable in the same spot he used to sleep, he waits for me to join him. When I don’t, he pats the bed again.

I tiptoe back to the bed and slide underneath the covers. His body heat next to mine instantly relaxes me.

We make ourselves comfortable, and when he wraps me in his arms, I don’t stop him.

Instead, I snuggle in closer.

I don’t wake up with regret for inviting Adrian into my bed.

I do wake up feeling Adrian’s erection pressing against my ass though.

Memories of us in my bed swarm my thoughts.

Us naked, touching, making love.

It all felt so perfect then.

Just like last night, I’m ready to make another bad decision.

I want this man more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

I try to stupidly convince myself it’s justsexI want, but that’s so wrong.

This morning, though, I’ll pretend.

Biting on my lip, I grind my ass against him.

He stirs behind me, not fully waking.

I do it again, harder this time.

Heat travels through my veins when a moan escapes him.

I feel the rumble from his chest vibrate against my back.

Groaning, he tightens his arms around my waist and jerks me closer.

I shudder as he runs his tongue along the lobe.

“Are you sure you want this?” he whispers in my ear.

I’m not exactly sure whatthishe’s referring to. But right now, I’ll take anything, so long as he’s touching me.

“Yes.” Moaning, I lick my lips and grind against him again. “But I want us to do it like this.”

We need to stay in this position. I’m afraid if I look at him in the face, I’ll break down.

He lowers his hand down my stomach, underneath my shorts, and cups my pussy. “So wet,” he murmurs. “So wet for me.”

His hand doesn’t stay inside my panties long.

I frown at the loss, and just as I’m about to complain, he curls my leg around his thigh.

“Much better,” he grumbles, his hand immediately returning to my panties.

I throw my head back, resting it against his shoulder while he slowly draws his finger through my wetness.

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