Page 67 of The Riley Effect

“Well, we didn’t really get to have that romantic getaway being shacked up with my roommates last week, so I wanted to make our first New Year’s Eve special.”

“You’ve set the bar pretty high, Mr. Holloway.” I get off the bed and stalk toward him like a lioness to its prey. “I think we should make up for the lost time.”

I barely make it two steps before his hands are under my ass and hoisting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he lowers to the couch behind me, and I settle into his lap. Jalen’s calloused fingers slip under my shirt. His touch is assertive.

I love this side of Jalen.

He cups my face, his fingers running over my jaw. His eyes dance down my body, making me feel like the oversized t-shirt and biker shorts I’m wearing are the sexiest things he’s ever seen.

“I love you, Ivy,” He continues before I can tell him how I feel about him.

“I love the way you fall asleep during every movie we watch, I love how passionate you are about your work at the shelter, and I love that you took a chance on me.”

His face turns from someone who wants to rip my clothes off to someone who can’t believe what they just said.

“You don’t have to say it back. I know it takes a lot…” I put my hand over his mouth, it’s the only way I can stop his rambling.

“I love you too, Jalen.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I’ve never felt so safe in my life. Thank you for being so patient with me.”

He presses his lips to mine, and I fling my arms over his shoulders, pulling him closer to me. His tongue glides over my lips, demanding that they open for him. When his tongue slips into my mouth, I let a whimper loose. Jalen moves with me wrapped around his body and gently lays me on the bed.

“I’m going to show you just how much I love you.”

“I don’t want sweet and gentle, fuck me like you hate me.” There is a week of pent-up aggression that needs to be fucked out of my body.

Jalen’s eyes turn dark as his masculine hands run down my body until they meet the waistband of my spandex shorts. Before I know what’s happening, I’m lying on the bed in nothing but my matching bra and panties I packed just in case something like this happened.

He stalks over me, and I flatten my palm against him through the fabric of his sweatpants. The simple touch pulls a deep groan from him.

“Don’t tease me, Angel. You’re playing with the devil.”

Jalen kneels between my legs and rubs his cock over the part of me that is in desperate need of his touch.

“As bad as I want to go deep inside your tight pussy, I need a taste first.”

His finger peels the panties away from the skin, and his fingers run through my wet folds. I take the initiative and unhook my bra, throwing it across the room, and it lands on the second bed. I moan as his finger grazes my clit, circling it in smooth, easy strokes.

His knees settle on the floor before he pulls me forward. My hips fall off the edge of the bed, only supported by Jalen’s strong grip.

“Stay just like that, angel.”

He takes his time slowly placing kisses up my thigh before he takes my legs and drapes them over his shoulders.

I lean up on my elbows so I can look into Jalen’s navy eyes.

“Jalen, enough teasing.”

And with those words, he completely unravels.

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Jalen

“Is all this for me, baby? You’re so damn wet.”

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