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I return his gaze. Wishing he could be mine and I his. “It’s just bad timing. Maybe when the contract ends. You’re worth…” Before I can finish telling him he’s worth the wait, he covers my lips with his, kissing me. I don’t hesitate to kiss him back. I have been waiting for this very moment for weeks, and I don’t understand why he’s giving in now, but I’m not going to question it. I kiss him with all the pent-up desire I’ve been holding on to. My hands sweep into his hair, and he pulls me closer, his tongueinvading my mouth, bringing me undone in a matter of seconds. When he pulls away, I’m left panting and desperate for more. “What about the hotel?” I whisper.

“I’m not waiting a second longer to be with you.” He intertwines his fingers in my hair, removing the hair tie so he can run his hands through it. My fingers run over his back, pulling him into me. I can’t get close enough. I want to be the one to take away all of his hurt and pain. Make him feel whole again and put a smile back on his face like it should be. He deserves to live his life for him, not in the shadow of his father’s indiscretions. In fear of what will happen. He deserves to find happiness.

Chapter 21

Brody

Ikiss her with a desperate longing. I won’t stay away from her a second longer. No one has to know, this can be our little secret.

She pulls away from me, trying to get distance. “Brody, we shouldn’t,” she warns, and I see the worry all over her pretty features. And I’m right there with her. I stand to lose a lot if anyone finds out, but I won't let that happen. We can be careful.

“I’m not putting my life on hold because of my father anymore. This is happening, Gisele. I’ll work out the rest,” I growl out, hearing the desperation in my voice. Taking her face in my hands, I kiss her again, showing her how serious I am about us. Because this is happening. Once I make my mind up about something, there is no going back.

She places a hand on my chest, clutching my shirt, scrambling for distance. “But Emerson and the hotel,” she whispers, panicked, her eyes searching mine for answers I can’t give her. I know how risky this is. What I could be giving up. But I don’t give a flying fuck about anything but her right now. She could have ended up in another man’s arms last night because of me pushing her away. I won’t fucking let that happen. Not when she was made for me.

“Not for you to worry about.” I pull her closer, and she softens her hands, running them into my hair. She’s right here with me. Not wasting another second, I claim her mouth the way I have wanted to for weeks, holding her close enough I can feel her heart going crazy in her chest. It mirrors my own. With every stroke of my tongue, she melts into me further. And before long, we’re mauling each other. Lips, tongues, teeth clash as we make up for lost time.

“Brody, this is crazy,” she pants, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes are dark with desire. “I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks. I want you so badly.”

I pull her sideways across my lap, and she rocks over my cock as her lips meet back with mine. The heat coming off her pussy is insane and only makes me want her more. I slip my hand between her legs, needing to feel her. She spreads them wider for me, just enough that I have access to her pussy. Her panties are already soaking wet for me. I make quick work of removing her panties down her legs, lifting them over the boots on her feet, then I shove them in my pocket.

She bites into her bottom lip. “I’m going to need them back.” She chuckles lightheartedly.

My lips turn up at the sides. “They’re all mine now, sweetheart. I need access to your pretty little pussy.”

I notice the blush that flushes her cheeks, but there is no need to be bashful with me. I slide my hand back up her legs, disappearing under her skirt and pushing a finger inside her warm pussy. I’m so desperate to touch her. To stretch her out just for me, to own her and have her claim me right back. I knew it was wrong when I crossed a line at the fall fair and started something I wasn’t going to be able to stop. I thought if I kept my hands to myself, I could still have a little fun at a safe distance. But fuck, I need to touch her. I have been craving this all week. Her tight pussy clenches around my finger, and I feel my cock grow impossibly hard in my pants.

She moans into my mouth, like she was just as desperate for me to finger her. I slide it in and out, stretching her. She’s so tight, and I want her panting, dripping wet, ready to take me. I add a second, finding her clit and spreading her juices over it.

“Yes,” she moans as I play with the swollen nub at the same time as I’m finger fucking her. Her hipsmove into my hand, trying to get more friction. She’s close already, I can feel it, her swollen pussy clenching around my fingers. I slip my fingers from her and pop them in my mouth and suck. She watches me with hooded eyes filled with dark hungry desire.

“You taste just as good as I remember.” I grin, licking them clean.

She lets out a whimper.

“I have thought of nothing but your sweet pussy since I was last able to taste you.”

“God, your dirty mouth turns me on.” She works open the button on my jeans, her hand sliding into my pants, she grabs my cock, wrapping her delicate hand around it. “I need you inside me. I can’t wait a second longer,” she begs.

I smirk at her desperation. I feel the same, but I want to savor this moment. Make her earn it. A little payback for torturing me. As she strokes me, I shove her skirt up over her ass so she’s exposed. I kiss her neck just below her ear. “Spread your legs wider, sweet pea,” I coax her.

“I want you now,” she pleads, her voice a breathy whisper.

“You’re not ready for me.” I tap the inside of her legs. “Wider,” I growl into her neck before nipping her skin with my teeth.

She groans and does as she’s told like a good girl, spreading herself open for me. My fingers dust over her sensitive clit, toying with her. Her breathing’s ragged, so needy, so perfect like this. I push two fingers inside her again, curling them as I finger fuck her, stretching her. Working her into a frenzy then backing off whenI know she’s getting close. She’s dripping wet, and I know this is sweet torture for her.

Her hand grips me tighter as she palms my cock, stroking me. “Brody,” she calls my name as a plea to let her tip over the edge.

“Soon, sweet pea. Think of this as punishment for tormenting me last night. Making me crazy jealous with another man.”

Her eyes meet mine with a look of determination. “That’s cruel. You wouldn’t punish me for that.”

I shrug. She would deserve it.

Her face grows serious. “Not now. I need you now,” she cries.

“So greedy, aren’t you. But I don’t have protection out here. And honestly, I enjoy watching you squirm.”

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