Page 67 of When Forever Falls Apart

Once we do this, there’s no turning back.

My desperate craving to be inside of her wreaks havoc on my thoughts. Any rational part of me is buried, along with the notion that we can go back to being just friends.

I try to muster the power and strength to walk away, until I see her bite down on the corner of her lip.

Game over.

With a sudden surge of passion, my lips smash onto hers, igniting a power struggle as our tongues intertwine, each fighting to claim dominance.

“Madelina,” I murmur, the weight of my urges hanging between us, “you can’t possibly expect me to stop.”

She presses her hands against my chest, pushing my back into the mattress as she climbs on top. The bold move leaves me speechless as I lie beneath her, anticipation coursing through me.

My hand caresses her thigh, sliding carefully beneath her shorts as she slowly removes her tank top, exposing her tits in all their glory.

Fuck, I’ve never seen such a beautiful set of tits.

Full, perky, and her nipples are the perfect shade of caramel.

I press her thighs down, rubbing her against my cock as she bends toward me, and my mouth wraps around hernipple. I suck each one gently, listening to her precious moans echo inside the small room.

The threat of a summer storm looms above us as a rumble of thunder rocks the boat. Ignoring everything outside this room, my tongue has its own agenda, teasing her nipples before pressing my teeth down and biting gently.

“Don’t stop,” she begs, arching her back while rubbing herself against me.

“I have to stop,” I warn, pulling away only slightly. “I think you know what I want.”

“Let’s see…” A smile tugs on her beautiful lips. “A single hot guy who happens to be a chef. I’m thinking you want something to eat?”

“Bingo,” I say, flipping her around so she’s on her back, a squeal mixed with a laugh escaping her.

I don’t waste any time removing her shorts until she’s wearing just her black panties.

“Déjà fucking vu,” I whisper, remembering the last time she was lying in my bed wearing barely anything.

My gaze fixates on her legs, admiring how perfect she looks. Slowly, my fingers inch to the edge of her panties as I glide them down her legs and remove them altogether.

I swallow with great difficulty, eyes burning at the sight of her bare pussy before me. With a gentle spread, her legs open to invite me in. My fingers brush against her swollen clit, the simple move causing Madelina to arch back into the pillow as she moans loudly.

With ease, I slide one finger in, succumbing to the heat enveloping me. She’s so fucking wet, and with every thrust, the sound her pussy makes leaves me at breaking point.

I pull my finger out and reach over to the bedside drawer to retrieve a condom from my wallet.

“You’re prepared,” she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

I reach into my wallet and remove the gold foil packet—the last one, if I’m not mistaken. Since I haven’t had sex in a while, I couldn’t be bothered going out of my way to stock up.

“A gentleman always is.”

Her brows furrow slightly. “How many girls have you brought back here?”

I pretend to be counting, then admit, “About… zero.”

“So…” Her voice trails off, curiosity laced in her tone.

With the packet now in my hand, I hesitate. “What are you trying to ask me?”

“Since we started working together. Have you been… you know?” she continues, her gaze unwavering.