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“Oh God,” she cries out, her pussy spasming around me. She tenses for the briefest of moments, and then she shudders as her orgasm overtakes her.

Two thrusts later, I let go, spilling my cum deep inside her. A guttural groan lodges in the back of my throat as her pussy milks me dry. It’s heaven.

I slowly rock my hips against hers, having no desire to pull out. My dick is exactly where it belongs.

She’s mine.

The sound of a door slamming shut tears me out of orgasmic bliss. Without hesitation, I pull out, haul her to my chest, and shield her. I wait, heart hammering, but no sound follows.

“W-we shouldn’t have done it here,” she stammers, skirting me. She picks up her sports bra and yanks it over her head, but her body is wet, making it almost impossible to put on. The way her hands shake doesn’t help either. “Fuck.”

I turn off the water and scoop up the rest of our clothes before I inch closer, grasp her wrist to stop her, and hold out my tee. “Take it. It’s long enough to cover your butt.”

She pushes my hand away and snatches her leggings from my other hand. It takes determination, but she forces them on, then adjusts her bra.

Gaze averted, she picks up her shoes then turns away. Before she can move, I step in front of her.

“Someone probably saw us,” she says. “We need to leave.”

“Wait.”

“Please, Xander, let’s just leave. I don’t want to be caught.”

I pull her to my chest, hugging her tightly. “I’m sorry, babe. I should’ve known better.” I bury my nose in her wet hair and close my eyes. “It was stupid?—”

“Stop.” She sighs, sagging against me. “I should’ve known better too. You weren’t alone in this.”

A chuckle rumbles up my throat. “I definitely wasn’t. That orgasm was fucking mind-blowing.”

“And now you’re being cocky.”

I lean away, studying her face. “I thought that was one of the qualities you loved about me.”

Instead of responding, she says, “Can you please take me home?”

“Of course.”

“Will you stay?”

My heart flips over itself, but I school my expression. “If you want me to, I will.”

“I just want to talk.”

“Then we’ll talk.” I peck her lips then pull back and grasp her hand. “Let’s get you home, Bella.”

CHAPTER 35

WHAT ABOUT A KISS?

XANDER

September

Her room is dark,peaceful, and quiet…except for Milo’s soft snoring.

“Go on a date with me,” I say, fighting the urge to reach for her. We’re sitting face-to-face on her bed, but there’s at least six inches of space between us. “Just you and me.”

She lowers her head a fraction. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

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