The last night felt different, heavier, like they both knew it couldn’t stay hidden forever but refused to name it. Alex didn’t ask if she wanted to come up. He just took her hand after closing the bookstore and led her upstairs without a word. The second the apartment door shut, the air crackled.
No slow build tonight. They were already burning.
Alex pushed her against the wall and kissed her like he was drowning. Tongues tangled deep and messy, teeth nipping, lips sucking hard. His hands yanked her clothes off fast, almost ripping her shirt. Emma did the same, shoving his jeans down, freeing his c**k that was already thick and leaking for her.
“Shower,” he growled against her mouth. “I want you wet everywhere.”
They stumbled to the bathroom, still kissing, hands groping. The water tu
