With every second that passed, I tried to repair the damage he’d done. I felt him trying to do the same, gathering the pieces of his façade, gluing them unsuccessfully back into place.
Moment by moment, our connection drifted, slipping us further and further away.
My skin turned to goosebumps, exchanging sweaty lust for aftermath regret.
Finally, Jethro pulled away, climbing off me, tainting any illusion of togetherness. Not making eye contact, he whispered, “What just happened can never happen again. If it does, they’ll see the truth, and I won’t have any power to keep you.”
His powerful neck convulsed as he swallowed. “We’re fucked, Nila Weaver. Well and truly fucked.”
Chapter Twenty
Jethro
GODDAMMIT.
I needed to get out of there.
I needed to fix myself, find my ice.
I need to destroy the camera footage.
No one must know.No one.
Not looking at Nila, I grabbed my jeans off the floor and jerked them on. I couldn’t get a grip on my breathing. Everything inside me had switched upside down, and just the thought of walking away from her, after something so life changing, brought me to my fucking knees.
But I had nochoice.
My mind replayed sinking inside her—hearing her moans, feeling her clench around me as she shattered.
Fuck.
Go.
Before it’s too late.
Before she sees.
Before he sees.
Before everyone sees the goddamn truth.
Dragging a hand through my hair, I glanced at her once out of the corner of my eye. She sat dishevelled and used. Her dress bunched around her waist, her broken knickers discarded on the floor, and her lips swollen and red.
I refused to look between her legs and see the sticky evidence of the best orgasm of my life. I thought blowing down her throat was amazing, but it’d been nothing compared to thrusting inside her.
I’d held back at the start, knowing I would be too big for her.
But like everything about Nila, she’d surprised me. She’d been able to take my entire length, and the moment I’d felt her body give and welcome, that was it for me.
I’d fucking lost it.
“Jethro—”
I held up my hand, cursing the tremble in my muscles. “Don’t. Stay here for the rest of the day. Do. Not. Tell. Anyone. You hear me?” My eyes narrowed, and I hoped I looked vicious and crazed, rather than unguarded and scared shitless about the consequences of what we’d done.
I knew what they’d do to her if they found out.
She didn’t.
