my waist. As he reaches down, he gasps because I’m not wearing underwear.
“You always surprise me. When did you decide to do this?”
I answer in short, breathless answers. “The observatory or the underwear?” There’s no thinking with his hands on me.
To the passerby, we look like we’re enjoying the sunset. Many men wrap their coats around their girlfriends when the sun sets, and the air turns chilly. The only difference is his fingers are deep inside me, and he’s whispering sexy things in my ear.
“Both.”
I lean back and let him support my weight.
“Yesterday.”
He drives me crazy, and when the pad of his thumb rubs against my bundle of nerves, I fall over the edge.
He continues to whisper. “That’s right. Let it roll over you. I’ve got you. Breathe and enjoy, because in just a minute, I’ll be inside you, and when you want to scream … kiss me. Do you understand?”
I answer with a nod.
He turns me around and sits me on the edge of the wall. The rough cement scrapes against my ass when he scoots me to the edge and impales me. My breath hitches at the shock of it. How he got himself out of his pants and into me is nothing short of magic.
The jacket tents around us, only this time, I face him with my legs wrapped around his waist as he repeatedly plunges inside me. The heat builds, and I push my lips to his and let my muffled scream escape into his mouth.
The power of his thrusts, the excitement of making love in the open, and the friction of the cement take me to the top, and he follows me off the edge. Our lips stay fused while we swallow each other’s passion.
“It’s such a lovely place, isn’t it?” a voice asks from our right side.
He pulls me closer, pushing himself deeper. My eyes pop wide as we look at the stranger next to us.
The old man seems harmless, but it’s an odd sensation to talk to a stranger while my boyfriend is deep inside me. We let our guard down at the peak of our passion, and now we’re stuck until he leaves.
“It’s my favorite place in the world.” Damon looks at me with a mischievous smile.
Thankfully, the old man realizes we’d rather be alone and turns to leave. He chuckles as he walks away.
Within seconds, Damon tucks himself back into his pants, and I’m back on two feet with my skirt pulled down. He takes the coat off and wraps it around my shoulders.
He said he’d protect me, and he did. I felt safe in his arms.
“I’d take you to the planetarium and pleasure you under the dome, but we’ve had enough for tonight. What do you think?” he asks.
He leans down, sweeps me off my feet, and carries me all the way to the car.
“Which is it? Griffith Park, or the restaurant?” I ask.
“What about them?” he asks.
“Where is your favorite place?”
“My favorite place is wherever you are.”
He says things that have a way of stealing my heart. “My favorite place is wherever you are, too. Every time we make love, it’s my favorite time. Every kiss you give me is my favorite kiss. I’d have never guessed I’d be in this place three months ago.”
“It’s funny how life works, isn’t it? Let’s go home and finish the book,” he says.
“Do you think we could pick another book after the grand opening?” I don’t want to give this part of our lives up. It’s the one time I can ask questions.
“Yes, but can we still grab from the naughty bag? There are way too many notes to overlook.”
As soon as we arrive at his house, I run for the shower while he makes us hot chocolate. We snuggle up with each other and begin our final discussion about Bound.
“Okay, so they ended up together, which is nice, but do you think they’ll be happy?” I ask, starting our book club discussion.
“I don’t know. Is anyone ever completely happy? There’s no perfect relationship. Being with someone takes a certain amount of compromise. There was a lot of discussion on their part about limits, and I think being honest about your limits is crucial.”
“I read the last chapter twice. He destroyed that contract, which meant he wanted to move forward. That she was willing to keep it meant she’d accepted their relationship for what it was. I’m happy they figured out something that worked for them.”
“It was all about negotiation,” he says.
“What