Page 52 of Dark Notes, Volume Two

“Are we really doing this?”

I arch an eyebrow and she reaches down and undoes my pants, murmuring to herself.

“We are really doing this.”

Pulling my cock free, she wraps her hand around my length, causing another groan to slip from me. It’s been too fucking long.

“Move your panties to the side and sit on my cock.” I growl in her ear impatiently.

I hold her dress up and spot the virginal white lacy panties she’s wearing, suddenly wishing we had privacy. I’d love to just fucking stare at her for the next hour, but I know better. There are cameras everywhere, and I have no doubt that I’ll be getting a lecture about this.

It’ll be well worth it.

She sinks down onto my length with a moan as I fill her completely.

“Good girl,” I growl as I grab her hips and move her up and down my shaft.

Yanking her hair again, I pull her face to mine and kiss her the way I’ve wanted to since she walked into the restaurant. It’s a desperate meeting of our lips, expressing exactly how I feel for her. My need for her is like free falling. The thrill is intoxicating, but the fear of what happens when I reach the ground is terrifying. The adrenaline junkie I am can’t possibly turn her away. I’ve spent years wanting this woman, fucking fantasizing about her, and now that she knows everything, I’ll never let her go.

I’ve heard of people switching from one drug to another. Maybe that’s what this is because I know I’m addicted to her and living without her would be a fate worse than death. This drug isn’t poison.

It’s fucking life.

21

Chapter Thirty-Eight

MIA

“Jett!” I cry out, louder than I should considering someone could be nearby.

“Yes,” he groans, “Come for me, Angel. Fucking come for me.”

Laying my head on his shoulder, I breathe in his scent of cinnamon and oak.

Jett’s hands strongly guide my hips at the perfect pace while he slams into me over and over.

It’s everything, he’s everything. The fullness of his cock claiming me once again, the way our heavy breaths mingle in the night along with the occasional scampering noise of whatever creatures are here, and the way he calls me Angel repeatedly.

I’ve never been into pet names, but when he says it, it’s different. Every time that word escapes from his lips, it’s said with a longing I’m sure no one has ever had for me. It’s needy, desperate, and all-consuming.

He comes inside me with a grunt I know I’ll be hearing for days to come– when he’s still here and I’m home alone. It’s deep, gravelly, and sexy as sin. Like him.

A voice comes over the loudspeaker, and I freeze as if the police had yelled, ‘Get your hands up.’

“Visitation is now over. All guests must vacate the premises.”

“Fuck.” Jett growls and I can’t say I disagree.

Climbing off him, I fix my panties as he puts himself away before rising off the bench.

He pulls me into his arms for one last hug. “I have to go,” I murmur into his neck. “Our time is up.”

Instead of releasing me, he tightens his hold, “I don’t care what they said, Angel. I’m going to say goodbye to you properly. And anybody that doesn’t like it can fuck themselves.”

Taking my chin in his hand, he tilts my head back and stares into my eyes.

“Next week, same time. If I’m still here.”