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  Chapter 9

  GAGE

  I can’t take it.

  The way she’s looking at me, the feel of her hand on my cock, how wet her pussy feels.

  Her round tits are fully out of the water, her nipples pebbled and peeked. I know this is wrong – she should be resting, and yet when I feel her cunt under my fingers, something inside of me breaks.

  “Jesus,” I breathe.

  “See?” she says, her voice breathless. “I told you I was wet. Do you see what you do to me? How you make me feel?”

  My thumb brushes over the button of her clit as she removes her hand from mine, leaving only my own self-resolve to stop me from doing what it is I want to do to her. And when it comes to her, I have no self-resolve.

  I break.

  My fingers circle the button of her clit, harder, faster, feeling it swell under my touch.

  She moans and I capture her mouth in a kiss, my tongue probing hers as the steam from the water rises around us, bathing our skin in moisture.

  I kiss her for what seems like forever, the whole time teasing her cunt with the tip of my finger, brushing her clit, back and forth, over and over.

  “Fuck me,” she whispers. “Please…I can’t….”

  I suck her bottom lip gently, nibbling at it with my teeth. “Tell me what you want.”

  “Your cock.”

  “Where?”

  “In my pussy.”

  Her fingers are still wrapped around my dick, and she nudges the head closer to her, but I reach down and grab her wrist.

  She groans in frustration.

  “I need to make sure you’re ready.” It’s a tease. She’s obviously ready, her cunt slick with her own arousal. Even under the water I can feel how ready she is.

  “I’m ready,” she begs.

  She tries to push closer to me, but I hold her hip steady. “No.” It’s a growl, the sharpest I’ve been with her so far. I take in a breath, telling myself to stay grounded, to keep my control over my need to dominate her. “You can’t move. Do you understand? If you move, I’ll stop.”

  She opens her mouth to protest, then stops, knowing this isn’t just about my need to dominate her, but for her own safety. If she wants this, she will play by my rules.

  I push my index finger gently into her pussy, the slick walls of her channel sucking my finger in greedily.

  She moans and tips her head back, and I put my other hand on the back of her neck, pulling her upper body close to me, pressing my lips to the delicate hollow of her throat.

  I curve my finger inside of her, touching her g-spot until she moans again. I capture her sounds of pleasure with my mouth, and my own sounds break out of me until we’re moaning into each other’s mouths.

  Her small hand works in rhythm over my massive cock as my finger works her pussy.

  “Gage,” she gasps when I finally pull away from her. “Gage.”

  “I love you,” I whisper against her mouth, closing my eyes because I can’t take the emotions I feel right now, the pure physical and spiritual sensations that are floating through my body.

  “I love you, too.”

  “If I’d lost you…” I trail off, the thought of it too much to bear.

  “You didn’t,” she says. “You didn’t, Gage. You saved me.”

  I open my eyes, my gaze locking onto hers. I grip her hips softly, moving her toward me, making sure I’m going slow enough so that I don’t hurt her.

  “No,” I say. “No, you saved me.”

  And then I push into her, holding her in place as I force myself to hold back. I catch her lips in mine as I push further inside of her, pulling her onto me until she’s flush against me and I’m buried as far as I can go in her pussy.

  We stay like that, kissing passionately as I move slowly in and out, making sure to keep her nice and still.

  “I’m going to come,” she whispers between kisses. “I can’t… it just feels too good.”

  “Come on me,” I whisper against her lips. “Come on me while I shoot inside of you.”

  Her pussy pulls me in, spasming around me. I come at the same time she does and my release pulses inside of her, coating her insides with my come.

  I pull her against me, spent, and then take her to bed.

  Chapter 10

  CHLOE

  “I want to do something today,” I say the next morning. “Something fun.”

  Gage shakes his head immediately, sitting down next to me at the breakfast table with a carafe of freshly brewed coffee. “I think yesterday was enough excitement for you.”

  I roll my eyes as I dig into the plate of scrambled eggs he’s put in front of me. He thinks the sex we had in the bathtub yesterday wore me out, but it was the exact opposite. Something about it left me feeling loose and relaxed. I slept soundly last night, in Gage’s bed, wrapped in his arms.

  And now my appetite is back full force.

  “Can I have some more orange juice?” I ask as I help myself to another piece of toast.

  “You need to rest today,” he says as he pours the juice.

  “The doctor said it’s good for me to walk.”

  “Where do you want to walk to?”

  “Not far. Just… I don’t know. I want to get some fresh air.” Suddenly, I know exactly what it is I want to do. “I want to go back to your secret bookshop.”

  “Secret bookshop?”

  “Yeah,” I say. “The place you took me the night we found out that Brandon had escaped from jail. The one filled with shelves of books that haven’t been released yet.”

  Gage opens his mouth to protest. He’s sitting at the head of the table in a long-sleeved navy t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants that sit low on his hips, his hair sexy and disheveled. “That’s not a good idea.”

  “It’s barely any walking. We’ll take a car there. We can go inside, I can pick out some books, and then maybe we can walk back.”

  “Chloe – ”

  “Then when we get home, I’ll have books and I’ll be able to just curl up in bed and rest.”

  He sets his fork down and takes a sip of his coffee. “I’ll think about it.”

  An hour later, he’s unlocking the door to the secret book room.

  I’m clinging to his arm, not because I need to, but because I’m so happy to be out of the house, out of the hospital, out in the fresh air. I take in a deep breath, letting the crisp air fill my lungs.

  It’s crazy that I feel so happy after everything that’s happened. All the problems I had before – not having an internship, fighting with my parents – are still there. Of course, finding an internship will probably have to wait until I feel a little better, and my parents have softened a little toward Gage once they realized he was the one who saved me.

  But for now, in this moment, all that exists are the sounds of the city, Gage, and the rows and rows of books before me.

  “I think I should pick something light,” I say, running my hands along the colorful spines. “I don’t think psychological suspense or murder mysteries would be a good idea.”

  “Probably not,” Gage agrees.

  He watches me as I choose a book with a summer scene on the cover, the summary on the back calling it “the ultimate beach read.” “This one’s about three sisters who end up back at their mom’s beach house, after being – “ I trail off as I see the look on Gage’s face.

  “What is it?” I ask, suddenly alarmed.

  “I have to tell you something.”

  His voice is low, his eyes somber.

  This is it, a voice inside of my whispers, this is the moment where it all falls apart.

  “What is it?” I ask, and hold my breath as I wait for his answer.

  THE END OF PART NINE

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