Secret Game

Angie knows that she'll never be more than Jason's dirty little secret. The girl he meets in the shadows, while flaunting his beautiful and popular girlfriend in public. Still, she can't resist his touch--or his body.

But Jason wants to take her bare. She knows the risk will be all her own. She can't take birth control and if he gets her knocked up, it's unlikely he'll stick around for the consequences. Yet her desire to please him, to have whatever part of him that he'll give her, may be enough to make her give in to the dangerous temptation...

Excerpt:
I should not be doing this.

I knew it was wrong.

And yet I also knew that it wouldn’t be the last time. That I would let this guy lure me into a dark corner of a library or some other too-public place. I would always have a weakness for the way he touched me, the way he pushed my skirt up and lifted me against the wall, pinning me against either stone or wood as he slid his thick cock deep into my willing body.

I bit down hard on the back of one fist to keep from screaming. I was already close to cumming and yet somehow, was able to hold onto my senses just enough to know that if I cried out, it would increase our chances of being caught.

Oh, this felt so wonderful. It had felt amazing from the beginning, though I had never expected…

I was a nerd. A mouse. The kind of girl that guys looked straight through, rather than wanted to fuck. The guy who was inside me was everything that I was not. A jock. Popular.

And one half of what was arguably the best-looking couple on the college campus.

I pushed thoughts of Jason’s girlfriend aside. I didn’t want to think about her now.

Not when her boyfriend was fucking me so hard. So desperately.

So publicly.

This was a rarely used section of the library, but its relative seclusion didn’t guarantee that someone might not walk by. And see us.

Because it was the middle of the day. Lunchtime.

And I was cumming again.

Even as I bit down harder on my hand, not hard enough to draw blood but close, I could feel my inner muscles clenching in a familiar rhythm. My body yielding to his in a way that I could not stop, even if I had wanted to.

I didn’t want to stop.

I didn’t want him to stop.

If only…

“You feel so good.” He growled the words against my ear. “I wish I could feel more of you.”

I released my teeth from my flesh and managed a breathless laugh. “I don’t think there’s much more.”

“Don’t play stupid, Angie. You know what I want.”

Even as his cock swelled inside me, and I knew he had to be close to cumming himself, I could sense his… dissatisfaction. Could hear it in the rough longing that was in his voice. “Don’t,” I whispered. “It’s too dangerous.”

“That’s what would make it feel good.”

He wanted to take me bare. He’d said so before, and I’d managed to put him off, but now… “You know I can’t go on the pill.”

“So?”

“I don’t want to get pregnant.” Especially by a guy who wasn’t mine. Who could never truly be mine.