Page 31 of The Pursuit of Happiness

My back arches off the wall as pleasure takes over my body. He adds another finger and I cry out into his mouth. He pulls away, my bottom lip between his teeth and I suddenly remember the night we met. How he leaned in and took my lip between his teeth after I rejected him to stun me and how I played his game, doing the same to Ivory.

He continues his rhythm, staring into my eyes as his fingers throw me over the edge of pleasure. He smirks the entire time, a look of pride on his face, but also a look of awe that makes me feel exposed to him in a way that has nothing to do with his fingers being inside of me. I feel heat starting to pool in my lower belly, warmth erupting through my core and to my veins. The special spot inside of me is overstimulated, about to combust with my orgasm and Sly grins, “Are you gonna come?”

I nod.

He shakes his head, “Tell me who’s making you come.”

I almost can’t understand what he says. The words almost seem like they’re being spoken in another language, that’s how much the pleasure is consuming me. Once I finally understand what he’s saying my brows crease, “You are.”

He cups my chin with his free hand, forcing our mouths only an inch apart as he leans down, a wicked glimmer in his eyes. “No, Kane. Say my fucking name.”

I freeze, completely in shock by this side of him. I want himto rip my clothes off my body and fuck me against this sticky wall in this way too loud club where anyone could walk in at any moment and catch us. I suddenly don’t want to fight it anymore, the attraction, the flirtation, the seduction. All of it. I don’t want to fight it if it feels this fucking good.

“Say it,” he growls against my lips.

“Slater,” I say breathlessly as my orgasm reaches from the depths of the ocean and tries to pull me below the surface, a beautiful siren in her own right.

He laughs, “Who’s fingers are fucking you right now?”

“Yours,” I moan.

He presses his fingers against that sensitive spot inside of me and I combust, nearly screaming as I come around his fingers. “You look so beautiful when you come,” he whispers against my lips.

As the effects of my orgasm wash through me, my body convulses against the wall. He leans down and kisses me, claiming the remainders of the breath that I have in my lungs. The kiss is deep, consuming in a way I never thought possible from him. I wrap my arms around his neck and thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to myself so that our bodies are pressed together, the only thing between us is his hand which is still in my pants.

He takes the last breaths of my orgasm from my mouth and when it’s over, we stare into each other’s eyes as he slowly withdraws his hand from my pants and adjusts my clothes so that I’m not exposed in any way.

I watch as whatever tension was in his shoulders from what happened with Rogan dissipates, the Slater that I know coming back. His demeanor returns to its usual state, calm and playful. I’ll admit, I like his wicked side just as much as this one.

He beams, “Do I win fake boyfriend of the year after that performance?”

I laugh, blood rushing to my cheeks, “I can’t see how you’d lose when you’re the only person in the running.”

Sly chuckles, “Good point.”

A noise sounds from the end of the hallway and our heads both whip in that direction immediately, both of us on alert. Did someone see us? Embarrassment floods my features and rises from the depths of my stomach up to my chest, squeezing my heart in its cold, black hands. I shove Sly away from me to put distance between us as quickly as possible, not wanting whoever that is to see us together, to assume I just came on Sly’s hand in a club hallway.

Sly gives me an offended look before his attention shifts to the figure coming into view. I practically stop breathing in anticipation, but relax when I realize it’s just a drunk girl looking for a bathroom. She offers us a crooked smile as she stumbles around. “The bathroom is across the club in the other hallway,” Sly offers politely, though I’m pretty sure he’s only saying that to get rid of her.

She laughs, “Thank you.” She looks at us a little closer and her eyes light up, “Ohmigosh! You’re Slater Nicks! And you’re Aria Kane! I saw your sex tape. It wassooooohot,” she winks at him.

My stomach practically shrivels up and dies inside of me, that’s how bad the embarrassment is hitting me right now. God, what if she heard me moaning? Or saw something? That’s all I’ll ever be known for. That stupid fucking sex tape that I wish never happened. That was the first thing that came to her mind and I realize that this is how people will see me forever. They will always see me as a whore and I just gave them more reason to do so. If what they say about me isn’t true, why did I just let Sly finger fuck me against a sticky fucking wall?

It’s because what they say is true. What’s worse is that I can’t control myself around Sly. Being near him makes me weak, dims my focus. I shouldn’t have let him do that to me. I justproved them all right.

The girl vanishes from sight and Sly turns back to me, moving so that he blocks me from the entrance view of the hallway. He gives me a confused and hurt look, “What was that?”

I cross my arms over my chest, suddenly feeling exposed. Why did I wear this bralette top? I look like a hooker. “What was what?” I ask, feigning ignorance.

His brows crease, “Shoving me away like that?”

I shrug, “Someone was coming.”

He scoffs, “So you push me away and treat me like some disease you don’t want to catch?”

I take another step away from him and train my eyes on the floor, “I didn’t want her to see us.”

“See us? Don’t dismiss what we just did with two words, Aria.” He’s annoyed by my dismissal. I don’t blame him for feeling that way. He just doesn’t understand what this is like for me. He’s not the one being slut shamed and ridiculed for doing the exact thing that he did. I’m the one suffering the most here.

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