Page 127 of Love Complicated

Once I’m inside her, it’s fast and desperate. I want to slow it down, but I know I can’t. She’s holding on to my shoulders, but her legs keep slipping and the more they slip, the harder it is, but it doesn’t stop us. We’re getting pretty good at fucking in some strange locations.

Aly’s like a fucking wild animal, clawing at me, moaning, arching, her head back against the wall, and I swear to God she comes within the first minute.

I don’t last long. The sight of her in the midst of an orgasm always gets me off.

It’s over just as quickly as it starts and when I’m still inside her, she drifts her hand up the side of my face, along the edges of my cheeks and for a split second, I don’t know what she’s thinking. And I don’t ask, either.

She’s quiet, still holding onto me until I drop her legs. Her cheeks break out into a fire, waiting to see what I’m going say.

I smile. “Not bad for a first date. Didn’t even get to dinner.”

“Yeah.” She bites her bottom lip, righting her jeans. “Guess I got a little carried away.”

I lean in, pressing my lips to her forehead. “Just so you know, I installed cameras the other day.”

She gasps and smacks me on the side of the goddamn head. “Are you serious?”

Rubbing my head, I scowl at her and back away. “Yep.”

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