I want him to rip them from me. The thought enters my mind and the words leave my lips before I can stop them.

“Fuck me,” I moan out when he takes a break from attacking my lips to find the space behind my ear and trail kisses down my neck. His tongue darts out and licks the same path just before he pulls back to look at me.

“Here?”

“Ah.” I gasp as he bites my earlobe and it brings me slightly out of the sex haze and into the present where I remember where we are. “No. Not here. We shouldn’t.” I think I say, because the angle that he’s grinding against me now is providing direct friction against my clit and it’s making my whole body sizzle every time he thrusts.

He tugs my hair gently and it has a direct line to my clit which pulses in response. “Yes here. We absolutely should. The sooner my dick gets inside of you the better.”

I pull back, those words also reminding me of the fact that I’m engaged to another man. “We are in my parents’ house… I’m still engaged.” Fuck fuck fuck. What am I doing?

He traps my bottom lip between my teeth and pulls on it gently before pressing a peck to my lips and setting me down on my feet. His hands fall from my ass but not before moving forward and tracing the top of my panties gently with his index finger. A flutter moves through me and I grip his biceps to steady myself.

“We’ll go to my house.”

“Now?”

“Now.” His eyes are dark. “You’re not feeling well. I’ll offer to take you home.”

“That only settles one part of this dilemma,” I tell him. Tears flood my eyes at the thought that I just cheated on my fiancé and I’m contemplating going even further.

You just asked him to fuck you, I think we’ve officially crossed the line of further.

“Anything else is irrelevant,” he grunts as he runs his fingers through my hair in an attempt to smooth the tresses he’d pulled on. He runs his salacious gaze all over me and I realize he’s probably seeing if I look presentable enough to go back downstairs.

A knock on the door stops us from speaking and I briefly panic thinking it could be my parents or anyone that would be confused as to why Jacob and I are in here alone. “It’s Chlo…” her voice is low and rushed. “Mason realizes you’re both gone and you’ve got about ten seconds to get back downstairs before he makes that fact known to more people than just me.”