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I thrust up toward her. “Do you still hate me when I do that?” I demand.
She growls out a little noise that’s halfway between need and frustration, and I carry her over to the desk where she was just working. I sit her on it next to her laptop, and she doesn’t unlink her legs from around me. I thrust toward her, my dick lined up with her pussy only separated by far too many clothes, and I drop my lips to her neck as she squeaks out a protest.
She’s about to say something, but I put my hand over her mouth as I thrust against her again.
“We talk later,” I say.
She shudders at the pressure of my hand on her mouth.
“Unless you’d like to tell me how you hate me when I’m shoving my dick against you.” I move my hand from her mouth, and her nostrils flare as she sets her palms behind her on the desk, which only has the effect of pushing her tits out toward me.
She isn’t pushing me away.
She wants this, too.
And I’m going to give it to her.
CHAPTER 16: JOLENE
Of course I want it. Of course I want him.
But that doesn’t make any of this easier.
I don’t want to just have sex in this hotel room and then return to Las Vegas as if nothing happened.
Something big is about to happen, and I’m pretty sure I hate him as much as I love him.
It’s not just the hate between our families. It’s the fact that he’s already hurt me once, and I’m terrified to give him the power to do it again.
So if I pretend like I’m not in love with him…maybe that’ll make it easier.
If I allow the hate to rule us, then it won’t matter if we give in this one time.
“Tell me to fuck you,” he demands.
Good Lord, he’s hot when he gets all dominating on me.
I don’t say a word, and his lips drop to my neck as he continues driving his hips against me.
I’ve felt him inside me before, but it was one time decades ago. It was our first time. We were less focused on how it felt and more focused on the mechanics of how it all worked.
I’m not leaving this room without feeling him again…without focusing on how it feels this time. Without seeing what moves he’s picked up over time even if the mere thought of him with someone else sends me into a fit of rage.
Maybe sort of like he felt when I walked out of the stadium with another man today.
His mouth crashes down to mine. He kisses me aggressively, his tongue shoving into my mouth and battering against mine with urgency as his hips continue to push against mine. His cock is hard for me, and each time he pushes against me, I feel him against my clit.
He’s sending me into a frenzy of need and want, and I’m not going to be able to hold out much longer.
I don’t want to.
I kiss him back, matching his need with my own urgency, and I moan into him when his hand drops down to cup my breast.
I unlink my legs from around him and push his chest hard to get him to back up, and I pull my dress over my head and drop it beside me.
A tiny voice flits into my subconscious reminding me that I have curves that weren’t there the last time he saw me naked. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, if I’m being honest, and even longer since I’ve had sex with lights on.
But somehow, knowing how much he wants me…none of that seems to matter right now.
