Page 171 of The Perfect Wrong

Soon, I’m not the only one screaming.

Chris drives in to the hilt and explodes, pouring so much of his essence into me I wonder if the pill will even protect us.

In the heat of the moment, I actuallylikethe thought of him knocking me up, taking full possession, owning me for life.

Crazy, I know.

Just like I know I might feel something else once the fever breaks, but maybe someday—maybe—we could have a family.

Maybe I could call him my husband.

Maybe the world won’t wag its ugly, judgmental finger for crossing lines we had no say in drawing.

We come together, fused, thrashing in the stray sand that’s blown up from the beach.

I’m grateful for his strong arms holding me down.

It’s not the widest space, but it’s the most amazing place we’ve ever done it.

Or maybe it’s just his body digging into mine, filling me completely.

I’ve never been into supernatural, cheesy poetry talk, but honestly, it’s almostmystical.

His kisses soften as our bodies relax.

His cock pumps a few more times, burying the last of his seed deeper.

I’m so smitten I’m shaking.

“I love you, Chris,” I whisper when he finally lets me breathe.

“You’d better. Whatever shit you’re gonna say about me when I’m starring in your college paper has to be flattering.”

I’m laughing. And then I can’t stop.

I’m flipping giddy.

And he hasn’t even pulled out of me yet.

Something about this night is just quintessentially Chris.

Everything I can’t imagine losing.

Everything that’s pulled me into his embrace, so happy and secure I never want him to let go.

We kiss a few more times before he pulls out and cleans up, helping me fix my clothes.

Then I stand up on the cliff, wiping the dirt off my butt.

I’m about to roll my panties back on when he grabs me, catching my hand by the wrist.

“Save yourself some time. Leave ’em off. You know I’m not a one-and-done dude. Let’s go get some dinner, and then we’ll pick up right where we left off.”

Smiling, I think I see red.

My face definitely glows.

But I don’t fight him as he shoves my panties into my purse.

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