“Don’t fucking stop,” he growls. “One more chance.”
I grab a fistful of his hair, pulling roughly as he groans at the pain. “Oops.”
“Brat,” he smirks, diving back in. He isn’t even trying to be secretive about it anymore. His sloppy sounds fill the lobby, and I bite the inside of my cheek as desire and rage battle inside of me.
I tug his hair more aggressively, my pants skating past my lips. “The…the nineteenth amendment—”
“That isn’t where we were,” he corrects.
“Oh, how do you know?” I ask breathlessly as he creates small teasing circles around my swollen flesh. “Y-you’re not even looking!”
My thighs tremble as he bears down, shaking his head and creating a vibration in the back of his throat that travels through me. It makes my stomach coil, tension wrapped in heat as I pull harder on his hair.
“The…” I gasp. “The nineteenth amendment…doesn’t allow for bias—fuck—when voting! It allowed women to weigh in…”
“I’m learning so much,” he croons, sucking my sensitive bud as he slicks two fingers inside of me. He goes deep, making a breathless yelp shout past my lips. I bite my bottom one so hard that I draw blood, the taste of copper mixing in my mouth.
“Kaden,” I warn, my orgasm close to shattering me as my hips lift off the chair.
“I know for a fact that isn’t in your book,” he hums, his hand moving faster as he finger fucks me. “Come on, baby. I’ll never learn atthis rate.”
I slap a hand over my mouth, muffling my scream as that tension finally eases into pure warmth and languidity. It settles in my bones, turning me into a puddle as I slump in my chair. My head rolls back, quiet sounds leaving me as I writhe. As the intense feeling subsides a little, I’m left with my head reeling from my orgasm.
Kaden kisses the inside of my thigh sweetly, smirking against my skin. “Are your bags packed for winter break?”
I smooth a hand over his hair, gazing down at him with clouded eyes. “Yes. I finished last night.”
“Good,” he praises. “I hope you didn’t pack too much. You won’t be needing clothes.”
I chuckle. “We’re staying with our parents. Of course, I need clothes.”
He tilts his head, resting it against my thigh as his eyes close contentedly. “I still can’t convince you to stay at my apartment, can I?”
I pinch his cheek affectionately. “Nope. That would raise too much suspicion. Besides, don’t you think it would be best to ease them into the news?”
His brows lift as his eyes peel open. “You want to tell them?”
Those nerves bite at me as I take the hem of my skirt between my fingers. Kaden scowls, lowering my hand before I sigh.
“Yeah. We should. We’ve been dating for a few months now…”
His expression softens, morphing into clear devotion as he rubs my thigh with his rough palm. “Can we have a little fun with it first? I’m fully on board with telling them if that’s what you want, Sunny.”
I lean into him, my mind attuned to his. “We aren’t having sex in ourparents’house! That’s crazy!”
“You know it excites you,” he hums, kissing my flesh. “Don’t think I didn’t feel the way you fucking squeezed my cock when Dylan was watching…”
My cheeks flame with embarrassment as my mouth moves, but no words formulate. It’s a kink I haven’t come to terms with, and Kaden saying it so bluntly has rendered me speechless.
“You like the thrill of being caught,” he rumbles. “It’s okay. No need to be shy about it.”
“Yeah, but not by our parents!” I hiss.
He shrugs. “They won’t catch us. It’ll be our little secret.”
I hate that I’m even tempted. Sneaking around shouldn’t feel this intoxicating, yet it does. Maybe it’s the forbidden edge of it—the way danger sharpens every touch into quick, desperate caresses. The thought of adrenaline tangling with desire is its own kind of fiery passion.
“You’re thinking about it,” he croons. “You like being my little fucking secret, don’t you?”
