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Any way I can get him.

“Fuck, Red, you’re soaked.”

“Elliot,” I gasp as he slides his finger deep, curling it the way I like.

“What do you want, Red? Tell me. Use your words.”

“I… More. I want more.”

“Fuck yeah, you do.” He adds another finger, stretching me, gliding his thumb over my clit in perfect synchrony.

My skin flushes, my blood heating as I lose myself to the addictive sensations.

My head rolls back as my eyes shutter. Six months ago, I would never have dreamed letting anyone touch me in this way. But Elliot has unlocked a part of me I never want to cage again.

But only with him.

“I love you,” I murmur, my breaths coming choppy and hard as he pushes me towards the edge.

“Come for me, Abigail.” He presses his fingers deeper, so deep it hurts. But I like the sting. It spreads through me, cresting and then crashing like a giant tidal wave.

“Oh God… God,” I pant, my fingers curled into the sides of the lounger.

“Fuck, that was hot.” Elliot slowly withdraws his fingers bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean.

Despite my post-orgasm bliss, my stomach clenches violently, a bolt of desire going through me.

“Maybe we can?—”

“Later,” he says gruffly. “If we’re missing from class…”

“Of course.”

There goes my happy bubble.

I smooth my skirt down and sit up, running a hand through my hair, not daring to look at him.

I need a second.

To think.

To catch my breath.

To try and calm my tired, weary heart.

“You good?” he asks, sliding his hand into the back of my hair and collaring my neck. I finally lift my eyes to his.

“Like you said we should get back.”

His expression hardens and he offers me a sharp nod.

“It won’t always be like this, I promise.” He pulls me in, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead. “I love you. So fucking much.”

“I know you do.”

Loving me isn’t the issue.

Because everyone knows sometimes love isn’t enough.


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