The door is usually locked for security reasons. I know, because my family set up this shop.
Danica struggles as I take her arm and guide her through the door. “What the fuck, Edmund? I’m feeling just fucking fine. Stop being such a bossy buttstink?—”
“Enough.” I pull her into the bathroom with me, flick on the light, and close the door behind us. “Lean against the counter.”
Her eyes flash. “Make me.”
“Gladly.” The best way to get her to react, the best way to get her to let me in, is to fight with her. So I will. I crowd against her until her ass hits the counter. I stand a full head taller than her, so I lift her up to sit in front of the sink. Now we’re eye-to-eye. “You sent me that titty picture from Caperna. Did you think I’d ignore it? I jerked off to it. Twice. Knowing you’ll be my bride.”
She sets her mouth in a firm line.
“The thing is, Danica, you’re mine. And because you’re mine, I want to spoil you. I want to marry you. I want to start the rest of our lives together?—”
“This is not a real marriage.” She shakes her head. “It’s a sham to protect my family. And yours.”
“But it could be real. I want it to be real. Fuck, Danica, we’re amazing together.” I stroke the inside of her thighs, close to where my hips hold her legs apart. “Tell me you don’t feel that, angel. That you don’t feel the heat between us.”
She’s quiet for a long moment. She doesn’t push me away.
“Let me make you feel good.” I’m desperate to chase away her reluctance, to fuck her into serenity so she doesn’t keep fighting this. Fighting us. “Let me, Danica. Please.”
In answer, she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. When she tilts her face toward mine, I kiss her. Those gorgeous lips part, allowing me to push my tongue in. Sweetness. God, she’s intoxicating. I’ll never get enough of this girl.
When we pull back for a breath, I ask, “That’s a yes?”
Her gray eyes stare directly into mine. “That’s a yes.”
Danica
The bathroom counter is hard and cold against my ass—even colder when Edmund hikes up my skirt. He pulls back a little more so he can grab a condom.
I yank at his belt and the button on his slacks, impatient.
I don’t know what this guy does to me, only that I can’t help myself when he’s close. I try and try to push him away, but at the same time I want to tug him closer. My need is so strong, I feel like a volcano, bubbling with lava. And when I explode, I’ll consume everything in my path.
His cock is hard and hot against my palm, even through his boxers. I reach inside to touch him, skin to skin.
He groans and thrusts against me. “Fuck, Danica. You make me crazy.”
“Fuck me already.”
“With pleasure.” He pulls out his dick and puts on the condom. “So much fucking pleasure.”
I grab the base of his cock and line him up with my entrance. He thrusts forward, stretching me. This feeling—so perfect.
Our eyes lock. His green irises hold an entire universe as he stares back at me. We’re joined, completely. It doesn’t matter where we are—bathroom, bedroom, swimming pool. Hell, we could be in a rowboat or a Ferris wheel or in the middle of fucking Caro Boulevard. Being connected to him is magical and wonderful. And as infuriating as he is, I never want this to end.
He drags out before pushing back in again, never breaking eye contact. I gasp and moan, moving my hips to accommodate him.
“You feel so good.” His voice is raspy and he leans in to kiss me. “Does it feel good to you?”
I nod and kiss him back. If I don’t say it out loud, he can’t use it against me later. He pulls out slowly, then thrusts in again. Farther this time. Harder.
“Fuck, yes,” I whisper.
He presses his forehead against mine. “I can’t wait to feel you come on my cock, angel.”
Troy
