Page 135 of Give Me Love

She smiles. “I’m always quiet.”

I smirk. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

She licks her lips and grabs my shirt, pulling me to her. We kiss frantically, our mouths opening then staying closed as she undoes my pants and I lift her skirt higher. I maneuver us to her desk, and she climbs on top spreading her legs for me.

I spit in my hand and reach down, making sure she’s wet enough before I grab myself and push inside.

“Oh shit,” she says, letting out a rush of air.

“Shh,” I warn. Her eyes close as she holds on to my neck as I fuck her.

It’s rough and raw.

We’re both too loud, but I’m hoping they’re louder. She feels amazing so I go harder, causing the desk to slide against the floor. Her legs start to shake, and her eyes squeeze tight. Her mouth opens, and I cover it with my hand as she constricts around me.

I watch what I do to her, loving the feel of her thighs tightening around mine. She’s that one glimmer of hope I’ve been missing, and she’s quickly becoming the most important person in my life. She’s wetter now, and all it takes is looking down at us connected to signal my own release.

“Jesus,” she pants. “Is this normal?”

I chuckle. “I wouldn’t know.” I kiss her forehead before pulling out.

“There are napkins in the desk drawer,” she says.

After we clean ourselves up, she unlocks the door.

“I better get back out there in case Becca needs help. Come have some coffee.”

She opens the door. “Oh shit,” she says, putting her hand over her heart. “I forgot that was there.” I look around her and see a black reaper with glowing eyes hanging from the ceiling.

“I think you’re getting out of hand with this shit,” I say a little freaked out myself about the thing.

She laughs. “You’re not scared, are ya?”

“Fuck off,” I say, smacking her ass. She laughs harder, and I know I love this girl.

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Kathrine

I toss my purse onto the bar after I walk into the apartment I share with Claire. There’s a bodyguard standing out in the hallway and in the alleyway. Sadly, this has become our new norm. The cops discovered it was Cain in our apartment that night, but they haven’t found him, so Claire is still worried and I’m basically with Bryce every night here or at his place.

“Kat?” I hear from the living room.

“I’m back here,” I say to Claire as I walk to my dresser and grab some underwear and pajamas. I look toward the door when she walks in. She’s still in her chef’s attire, her first few buttons undone, revealing a white tank top, and her hair falling.

“You staying at Bryce’s?” she asks, taking a seat on my bed.

“Yep. And guess what else?”

“What?” she asks, pulling the ponytail holder from her hair.

“I’m meeting his family in the morning.”

“Really?” she asks with wide eyes. “You’re going to the ranch?”

“Really,” I say, walking into my closet.

“That’s exciting. I wanna go.”

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