Page 64 of The Sweetest Devotion

She’d poked a bear and I hated the time frame we held. I couldn’t take my time, not with a diner sparsely full of people on the other side of the door. Quickies weren’t my style. “Panties to the side” was only cute to hear about in music. Otherwise, I craved skin-on-skin contact. Mostly, I liked it slow. But that was a bad combination with Kennedy. I could just tell.

Kennedy hastily reached out, unbuckling my jeans and digging inside. The feel of her soft palm wrapping around me, pumping me up and down, was enough to make me almost lose it.

I pressed my forehead to hers, peering into her eyes, meeting her hand movement with my hips. Kennedy stared up at me, her breathing heavy, her strawberry breath fanning my face.

“You like fuckin’ in public?” I got out in a gruff voice.

Kennedy could only shake her head.

“Never?”

Again, she shook her head.

So she was a good girl.

I stepped back, reaching into my pocket and grabbing my wallet. I dug a condom out and pushed my jeans and boxers the rest of the way down.

“You only do this for me,” I told her as I rolled it on.

Desire coated her eyes as Kennedy nodded. “Only you.”

I lost it.

Picking her up, I entered her wetness until she was seated on me entirely.

“Fuck!” I’d had her before, but I could still not get used to this feeling. This paradise.

With her back against the door I thrust into her some more.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Kennedy whimpered.

As much as I loved hearing her moan for me, I covered her mouth with my hand to stifle the sound.

Another stroke had me hiding my own moan into her neck.

Kennedy clawed at my shirt and I reveled in the fact that I was growing an affinity for fucking her in dresses.

Her strangled muffles against my palm was music to my ears as the feeling of her around me had my head in the clouds.

My heart beat violently in my chest at the adrenaline of it all.

I took her deep and hard, until a whirlwind of euphoria took us both under.

Chest to chest, breath for breath, we mirrored each other’s motions as we came down together. My eyes never left hers and I never let her go.

If it could only be like this, perhaps maybe, that was enough.

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I didn’t thinkI would do it. Be like this. Bold and reckless.

After spending the week miserable and walking on eggshells, I decided to break free. I turned off my phone and headed for Bedford Heights. My father, Cain, and Phil were immersed in business talks and planning, and my mother was shoving bridal magazines in my face.

The sight of actual wedding dresses gave me a panic attack. The shooting pain in my chest, the nausea in my throat, the sinking feeling I couldn’t shake—it was all too much.

Now here I was, in the Heights without a care in the world.

My head was still spinning, my legs were unsteady, and my heart was racing as I came down from my orgasm.

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