Page 114 of The Great Dating Fake Off
Knowing I can’t move means I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life. My nipples pull painfully tight as my fingers splay against the wall of the photobooth.
His hands massage my ass, smoothing and groping and lifting as if he’s trying to get a better look at where he’s buried inside me.
“Goddamn.” His deep voice drips with need, and my insides clench around him as he grips my ass, unsubtle in his adoration. “I was ready for a tease and you’re giving me everything? I’d kill to be alone with you right now.”
“It feels like we’re alone, doesn’t it?” I hold his eye, rocking my hips backward once. “I still don’t hear anyone.”
“Nora,” he warns, sliding a hand around to my belly. Holding me in place.
“I’m sorry.” But I’m not. I squirm against him, desperate for friction.
He wraps my hair around his fist and tugs until I’m sitting upright, impaled on his cock. His mouth drags up my neck until it’s on my ear. “You’re not sorry. You fucking love it.”
“I do.”
Not just for what it is, but because it’s him. I ache for this man who covers his sleeping grandmother in a blanket and worries for his best friend the way someone would their sister. Who so badly wanted flowers to match not because he cares but because he knew Rosalina would. Who worked the claw machine until he won just to give me a stuffed duck and would’ve fixed my ladder the day we met in the store just because it was broken.
I begin a slow slide up and down. His fist tightens in my hair, and he exhales with a guttural desperation that reduces me to a mindless puddle of want. I could get addicted to listening to him break. As addicted as I am to seeing his name on my phone.
I bounce faster. Harder.
“You want me dripping down your legs when we go back out to our friends, don’t you? You want me to come inside you.” His hands drop to my waist, grinding me against him, making me take him deeper. “Maybe I should give you what you want.”
Yes, please. My heart races as if to burst out of my chest. “I told you when we texted that I got the shot,” I nearly whimper. “A few days after poker. Just in case we—”
He grabs my jaw and looks me in the eye, his breathing ragged. “That’s the shot you meant— Wait, does that mean it’s safe?”
I nod frantically.
“Thank God.” He abandons all restraint as he sets our new pace, slamming me down onto his cock, his fingers digging into my hips. I’m already halfway gone and the feel of him hitting me in all the right places is about to send me the rest of the way.
“Sebastian!” I suck in a breath as the cascade of sparks shoots outward from my core—
A deep voice in the near distance grumbles that they forgot their beer at the bar. I gasp, but Sebastian covers my mouth with a firm hand, trapping my cry in his palm as I clench around him, bucking in his lap as I’m swept away by the intensity of my orgasm. The physical relief is so powerful my muscles sing.
He spills into me seconds later, nearly soundless, still covering my mouth. As he comes down, he loosens his hold just enough to stroke my cheek with his thumb as he throbs inside me. My body turns to molten caramel as the faint ringing in my ears fades to nothing.
I could stay in this moment forever, hidden from the world with him.
“Here.” He tugs my underwear from his pocket, carefully pulls out of me, and takes care of business in the most practical and tender of ways.
He moves to tuck the soaked proof of what we did back in his pocket, but his hand goes still when he catches my eye. One of his dark brows lifts as he feeds me a wolfish smile. “Unless you were planning to wear them?”
Impossibly, heat gathers anew between my legs, even as a furious blush glides over my cheeks. “Well I don’t like to go without…”
He hands them over, his voice a low rasp. “My dirty fucking girl.”
His fingers make quick work of his zipper and button, then he adjusts my skirt so it’s facing the correct way and guides me sideways across his lap. He’s still half out of breath.
I trace his lips with my fingertip. “I’m starting to think skirts and dresses aren’t safe with us. Or arcades. Especially when we haven’t seen each other in a while.”
“It doesn’t matter what you wear, Nora. Or where we are, or how much time has passed.” His breathing starts to calm as his arms gather me close. “I will never stop wanting you.”
I pull back to look at him. My lungs and throat seem to freeze all at once. Our eyes hold, his widening like he’s the one who’s shocked by the words that just came out of his mouth.
But faraway shouting cuts in before I can even form a thought, let alone a response.
“Is that Enzo yelling?” he asks, trying to stand before he remembers he has a human on his lap.
