by Magan Vernon
“I’m keeping these,” he whispered, and my panties were replaced by his tongue.
I gripped onto the shelf behind me, my body convulsing with pleasure. I fisted my fingers in his hair, tugging his head, and trying to keep my body from falling off whatever I was sitting on. Just as I was about to erupt, he stopped moving his tongue, then I heard him rifling through his pants.
“Shit.”
“What?” I whispered. God I hoped he didn’t already finish, and I’d have to figure out how to explain to the dry cleaner why his only suit had a big white stain on it.
“I don’t have a condom with me.”
Shit was right. There were other things we could do to get off, but now that he had me on the brink, I just wanted him inside me. “Can you just pull out?”
“Are you serious?” I couldn’t see his face, but I knew him well enough to know that his baby blues were probably wide with his eyebrows raised. The look he always gave me when he was shocked by what was coming out of my mouth.
I reached for his belt loops pulling him closer. “Dead serious.”
I quickly dipped my fingers down to the buttons of his pants and unbuttoned them, letting them drop to the floor, quickly followed by his boxers. He was already hard in my hands, and his body was on fire.
“If that’s what you want baby, I’m happy to oblige.” He put both hands on the side of my waist, and I quickly put mine up on his shoulders. He rocked slowly forward and with one long thrust, he was inside of me. I bit down on my bottom lip so I wouldn’t scream out in pleasure and have someone find us.
I’d never been that close to anyone, and it felt good. Really good. He pushed further into me, his body moving in a rhythmic motion that hit the right spot over and over and over again.
“Baby you feel too damn good. This isn’t going to last long, but I’ll take care of you if it doesn’t.” His breath was ragged in my ear.
Blaine was always big on me finishing first. He was every bit the southern gentleman from the street to the bedroom, but he didn’t have to worry about me not enjoying it. With one long thrust, I cried out in a toe curling convulsion that tightened up my whole body around him. His body shuddered against mine, and he stopped moving, collapsing onto my chest.
My heart beat wildly. After all the shit we’d been through, he was still there. He still wanted me. His head slowly inched up, and he placed a quick kiss on my lips. “Damn, I love you, Libby.”
“I love you, too, Blaine, and not just for the orgasms.”
Slowly he pulled out of me, sending another small wave of pleasure through me. While he was busy pulling his pants back up, I let my heart beat slow down before I even tried to move. “Are you really keeping my panties?”
He stopped fiddling with his belt. “Of course I am. I need something to remember this night by.”
I hopped down from where I was sitting and stood in front of him. “And the sex wasn’t memorable enough?”
I felt his silent laugh escape his nose and onto my face. “With you baby, it’s always memorable. Now if you’re put together enough, we should head back downstairs before anyone notices we’re gone.”
He took my hand and slowly opened the door. My eyes had to readjust to the light, and I found myself squinting as we walked back out onto the second floor. I thought we were at the home stretch, until we turned to the stairwell and I saw Jackson standing there with a wide grin on his face. “The janitor’s closet, Crabtree?”
I bit down on my bottom lip, feeling like my face turned fifty shades of red. “You know me too well, Cleary.”
With that, Blaine led me down the stairs, but I stopped him as soon as we were at the bottom. He turned to me, raising an eyebrow. “What’s wrong, baby?”
I shook my head, smoothing out the bits of hair that were sticking out of place on his head. He had definite sex hair. “Nothing. Just wanted to stop and enjoy one last moment with you.”
He looped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. “This is no last moment. We still have many moments to come.”
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Magan Vernon is a Young Adult and New Adult writer who lives with her family in the suburbs of Charlotte, NC. When not writing she spends her time fighting over fake boyfriends via social media.
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Acknowledgements
Gosh, where to start on this book that’s been in the making since 2012?
First of all, thank you to EVERYONE who picked up My Paper Heart and read it. I never ever thought it would be an Amazon best seller or that people would want more Libby and Blaine and I apologize for taking so long to get back to them.
Donna! My cover designer! Thanks for putting up with my demanding pictureness and for helping me find the perfect image for this series.
My wonderful editor: Trish. Thanks for taking me on when you know that I’m crazy.
My PA’s: Shannon Alegria, Carrie, Stadtler, and Ashley Blankenship...why do you still up with my crazy?
My Betas: Evette Ashby and Lheanne Spicer. Thanks for encouraging me that this book didn’t suck!
Michael Meadows, thanks for finding me the perfect Blaine Crabtree. I always thought the character just existed in my head then you found him: Brandon Lane. I can’t wait to work with you both on the next covers in the series :)
My Minions! BANANA! The best mother effing street team of all time! Thanks for your laugh, your support, and for dealing with me. You’re all one in a minion!
Last but not least: My husband and my baby girls. I may have taken two years two write this and didn’t finish it until we actually moved to the south but thank you for dealing with all of my crazy. I love you all as the moon loves each shining star.
