He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88 Desperate for Her

Milo’s POV

She lets out a full–throated belly laugh. “No! That’s gross.”

“Come on, baby. Don’t pick on someone else’s yum.”

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She pulls back just enough to look at me, her nose adorably scrunched. “Are you telling me you want

me to pee on you?”

“Would you? If I asked?”

Her answer is immediate, utterly serious. “I’d do anything for you.”

The words slam into me, a truth so profound it steals my breath. How I love this woman.

“Well, lucky for you,” I murmur, my lips finding the delicate skin beneath her jaw. “Neither Jace nor I are

into that.”

“Oh, thank the Lord.”

I chuckle, the sound vibrating against her throat. I lean down and capture her mouth. It starts as a soft press, a reassurance. But her sigh opens to me, and in an instant, it ignites.

“I want you, baby,” I groan into her mouth.

My lips trail down her neck, tasting salt and perfume. I can’t get enough. I crave her like a sickness. A low moan escapes her, and her right leg hooks around my hip, pulling me closer. I lift her easily, settling her on the cold granite of the countertop. I devour her lips again, my hands bunching the fabric of her dress, pushing it up around her waist.

My fingers skim the heat of her inner thigh, higher, to her very core.

“No panties,” I breathe, the discovery a dark thrill. “You naughty girl.”

“I forgot them. We were in a rush.”

“Hmm. Better for me.”

I make quick work of my belt, my pants falling in a heap at my ankles. There’s no more waiting. I guide myself to her, and in one deep, relentless stroke, I am inside her.

She gasps, a sharp, beautiful sound, her head falling back. I attack the exposed line of her throat as my hips find their rhythm, pistoning into her warm, willing flesh. My hands grip the sweet curves of her ass, squeezing, holding her to me as I lose myself in the pounding, primal need to claim what is mine.

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“I don’t like his hands on you, Scar,” My voice is a low rasp against her ear, “I don’t like picturing him

rubbing on you,”

“He had his mouth on me too,” she whispers, a breathy confession. “And his tongue.”

A growl rumbles in my chest. The little minx.

“You like being a little slut for him, Scar?”

She moans, the sound muffled against my shoulder. I knew she would. Just like in the park. I move faster, my cock driving into her slick, clenching heat. She’s so fucking tight. So wet.

“Yeah, you do,” I grind out, my hips pistoning. “You like it when men touch you. When they use their teeth and tongue on you. Do you want them to watch, Scar? Do you want them to jerk off while Jace and I fuck you into oblivion? You want to be our little cum slut? Maybe have a bunch of us shoot our loads all over you.”

Her pussy clamps down on me like a vise. A scream builds in her throat, but before it can escape, I slam my mouth over hers, swallowing the sound. Our skin slaps together, a raw, rhythmic beat. I let go, erupting deep inside her with a shuddering groan.

It’s so good. Bliss so sharp it’s almost pain.

I hold her hips locked to mine, buried to the hilt. “I love you, Scar. You’re my fucking dream girl.”

“I love you, Milo.” Her words are a ragged sigh. “I’ll only ever let you and Jace touch me. No one else.” She hesitates. “But… um… what you described. Being watched. Can we do that?”

“You want to put on a live sex show, baby?” A dark, possessive thrill shoots through me. “We can do that at Club Mirage Gallery. It’s our seventh club. The only one with organized live shows. You let Jace and me take care of it, okay?”

“Okay.” She gives me one last, searing kiss. “We should get back to dinner.”

I step back. We pull up our clothes, fingers fumbling, righting ourselves in the dim light.

When we walk back into the dining area, Jace meets my eyes. A knowing smile plays on his lips.

Scar sits first. Jace leans into her, his mouth brushing her ear. He whispers something I can’t hear. A blush blooms across her cheeks. He turns her face to his and kisses her, slow and deep.

The pies are served. The conversation flows, full of compliments for Scar. When everything is done, we pack up leftovers.

I accomplished what I needed today. I asked for her hand. Now, I just have to survive the next few

weeks.

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I have no idea how eventful those weeks will be.

But life, since Scar walked into it, has been anything but dull.

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