Chapter 38

Frantically shaking my head no, I lean forward to kiss him with a new kind of urgency this time, as though I am working against the clock, needing to finish as quickly as possible—ideally before the guys notice.

He tugs my underwear to the side, his fingers sliding into place, running over my wetness, and pushing inside me with no further hesitation.

“Fuck...” I whisper against his lips, breaking the kiss just enough to catch the moan that wants so desperately to tumble from my throat.

The hand in my hair drops slightly, his fist resting at the back of my neck, the tension in his muscles holding me in place as he starts to move.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he mutters, his fingers starting to move faster, making my mouth drop open, my breath coming in short pants as he just stares up at me. “Sitting in my club, taking my fingers