Page 460 of One More Kiss

“I have to say I was shocked when I saw two Millie’s staring at me.”

Ethan chuckles. “I guess I forgot to warn you about that. But trust me when I say Mom is the good cop and Millie is the bad one.”

The smile on my face may be permanent. “I’m so proud of you, babe. You’ve got a full house, and it’s all just perfect,” I say, sincerely.

“Thanks, sweetheart. That means a lot to me. Really.” He places his hand on my cheek and smirks. “Have time to go to the back real quick?” His voice drops low.

“Uhh,” I say, as he grabs my hand and leads me away from everyone. We walk down a long hall, and Ethan opens a storage closet full of supplies. He pulls me inside with him, and once he locks the door, we’re standing inches apart.

“Fuck, I need you right now,” he growls against my lips before he kisses me.

I don’t even wait before I’m grabbing at his pants. Ethan takes a step forward until my back is against the only bare wall in the closet. Roughly, he lifts my leg in the air and pushes my skirt up, then tears my panties from my body. The way he’s handling me, so desperate with want and need, turns me on even more.

“Shit,” he says.

I search his face. “What?”

“No condom,” he admits.

“I’m on the pill, Ethan.”

At first, he hesitates. So I readjust my skirt back down over my bare ass, and he shakes his head.

“Don’t think so, babe.” Ethan grabs my ass and lifts me in the air. My legs wrap around his hips as he fucks me against the wall. Small moans escape from my mouth as our tongues swirl together, and I feel so naughty knowing there’s a room full of people who suspect something is going on or even hear us.

“Vada,” Ethan groans against my mouth. “You feel so good. You always feel so fucking good.”

“I want more of you, Ethan. All of you.”

He continues to give me everything he can. “When I saw you walk in, all I could think about was this.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whisper, holding on to him for dear life, digging my nails into him harder.

Before I come, Ethan sets me down on the floor and drops to his knees, then pulls my leg over his shoulder. His mouth is in between my legs in seconds. As he devours me, it takes everything I have to hold back all the moans I want to release. He doesn’t stop, even when he knows I’m close. I hold onto his arm that’s wrapped around my thigh because I feel weak in the knees as I lose myself on his mouth.

“I need more of you,” he says, dipping his tongue inside, tasting my orgasm.

“So good,” I say between breaths, as he stands, kissing me, allowing me to taste myself on him. He gives me a smirk, then turns me around, and bends me over. I place my hands on the wall, giving me the much-needed support, and arch my ass toward him.

Taking his time, he rubs his rough palms on my ass before he grabs my hips and slowly slides into me. I gasp as the top of his piercing rubs against me, feeling his length in places he’s already been and claimed as his own.

“I’m so fucking happy you’re staying,” he says as I feel him tense and his warmth fills me. After a moment, I turn around and search his face with a smile, and he kisses me, soft and sweet, pouring himself into me.

“Do you think anyone heard us?” I ask, grabbing a few towels on a shelf to clean us up.

“I hope they all did.” He smirks, zipping up his pants, and I roll my eyes.

“Thank you for coming, Vada,” he says. “On my mouth.”

“So dirty,” I say, adjusting my clothes. “Don’t you think you should get back? Everyone is probably looking for you.”

He tries to straighten his messy hair, and I laugh.

“How do I look?” he asks.

“Like you just had sex. Swollen lips and guilt written all over your face.”

He dips down and kisses me again. “Good,” he says before opening the door and pulling me out with him.

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