Page 76 of Don't Date Your Nemesis

Mine.

Mine, mine, mine.

I wanted her branded.

My kisses traveled lower, my tongue lashing over her collarbone until I reached her breasts. I took one heavy nipple into my mouth, biting down just enough to make her moan, my tongue swirling in punishing, wet circles.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, her fingers digging into my scalp, pulling at my blond hair.

My hand slid lower, over the warm, silken plane of her belly, then plunged between her thighs. She was already a hot, dripping mess for me. The second my fingers found her swollen clit, her hips jerked toward me with a desperate force. I circled the sensitive nub with my thumb, watching her face contort in the dim light, her head tossing back against the cold tiles.

“Liam, please⁠—”

I paused, the sudden silence of the gym echoing around us.

Her eyes snapped open, hazy with lust. “What happened?”

I swallowed hard, my brain finally catching up to my body. “I don’t have a condom.”

She blinked at me, her chest heaving, the scent of her arousal mixing with the heavy bleach in the air.

I rolled my eyes at my lack of foresight. “I didn’t think we would... you know. Plan ahead.”

She bit her lip, her gaze dropping to where my erection was straining against my shorts, and then—fuck me—she arched her back, grinding her wet pussy directly against my hand. “Do it anyway,” she whispered, her voice a sultry, dangerous dare.

My brain short-circuited. “What?”

“I’m on the pill,” she said, a delicious flush creeping up her neck.

I pulled back slightly, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm. “Are you sure about⁠—”

“Yes,” she nodded, reaching out to grip my shoulders. “I’m sure.”

Fuck me.

My control snapped like a dry twig. I shucked my shorts in one movement, my cock snapping out, thick and weeping. I guided the head to her entrance, feeling the slippery heat of her greet me, and I let out a low, guttural groan.

“Fuck,” I hissed in her ear. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

I pushed inside slowly, savoring the agonizingly perfect stretch of her body accommodating me. There was no barrier, just skin on skin, heat on heat. Every internal muscle of hers clamped down on me like a velvet glove, milking me before I’d even made a full stroke.

“Oh god,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as her head fell back against the tile.

I started moving with long, punishing thrusts that bottomed out against her cervix. The water lapped around our hips, adding a heavy, dragging resistance that made every shove feel more intense. The salty slap of our skin colliding echoed off the locker room walls.

“You’re so fucking warm,” I gasped, burying my nose in her damp hair, inhaling the scent of jasmine and sex. “So soft—fuck, Deepika. I’m throwing away every goddamn condom I own.”

She moaned in response, the sound a broken, needy whimper that I had to swallow with a deep kiss before the night janitor decided to investigate.

The water made everything dangerously slippery. Her breasts were crushed against my chest, her legs wrapped around my waist like a vice, and her hands were locked in my hair as if she were trying to anchor herself in a storm.

“Turn around,” I growled.

She obeyed instantly, her movements frantic as she braced herself against the pool wall. I didn’t waste a second, pressing my chest to her back and entering her from behind in one deep, ruthless lunge. The new angle made her cry out loudly.

I covered her mouth with my hand, muffling her into my palm as I fucked her harder, my hips slamming against her round, perfect ass.

“Quiet,” I whispered into her ear, my breath hot. “Unless you want the entire gym to hear how well I’m making you feel.”