Page 164 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

I meet him thrust for thrust, the sound of flesh slapping together mixing with my moans and Kane’s heavy breathing.

“Sweet fucking heaven.” He smacks both his palms on the desk like he needs a breather, but it doesn’t stop me from bucking my hips for more.

He looks up at me, beautiful lips falling open as I pick up the slack.

“That’s right. Be a good fucking girl and fuck me back.” I’m more than happy to oblige, sliding up and down his length without a smidgen of restraint.

I pull his mouth back to mine, whimpering when his fingers find my clit. I’m still sensitive and worried I won’t be able to come, but if our first night together taught me anything, it’s that he’s not going to stop until I’m climaxing for a second time.

Kane rubs my clit in rough circles, setting me up for another orgasm. He begins matching each roll of my hips again, the noises multiplying in his throat driving me insane with lust.

It isn’t long before he’s got my thighs shaking, my heart pounding, and my sanity depleting from my body.

“Kane.” I call his name right before I come all over his cock, clenching around him as pleasure infiltrates my bloodstream.

A hiss leaves him. “I’m so fucking close, Hads. Don’t clench my cock unless you want me to—”

I don’t heed his warning, suctioning and squeezing him until I’ve got him right on the edge with me.

I smash our lips together, pulling away to whisper, “Come inside me.”

“Shit,” he growls against my mouth and grabs my waist again, fucking me senseless.

I can feel myself falling with each passing second, and when he peaks, producing by far the hottest noise I’ve ever heard in my life, I realize that I was wrong.

I’m not falling.

I’ve fallen…

It’s done.

I’m in love with the first boy who ever broke me.

Kane Wilder has the hearts of millions.

And from this moment on?

He also has mine.

HADLEY

Cal

Are you going to the bonfire tonight?

Cal’s message is the first thing I see when I grab my phone out of my locker after the most miserable shift of my life.

Normally, I don’t mind working doubles. More hours equal more money, but I’ve barely slept all week—thanks to Kane’s obsession with sneaking into my bed after everyone’s asleep and burying his face between my legs.

To make matters worse, Jamie handed in her notice last week. She and Shay decided to make the most of the last few weeks of summer and rent out a van to go on a cross-country road trip together.

Yesterday was Jamie’s last day at the restaurant, and I’ve been covering her shifts while Fred looks for a good replacement for us—I won’t be here much longer either. We’re moving into my mom’s condo next week.

All those late nights and early mornings are starting to take a toll. I spend more time at work than I do at the beach house most days, which is torture considering what’s waiting for me at home.

I knew, from the moment Kane led me out of the Maze after fucking me into a desk, that there was no way I could walk away from us.

A sentiment he seemed to share because not even an hour later, he had me moving out of Jamie’s place and back into the beach house.

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