Forever in my Heart: Book 3 in My Heart Series Read Free Page A

raw; no other way will do. I set free his erect cock and start to stroke it, as he spins me and pushes me against the door. Kade unzips my shorts and places me down for a millisecond to remove them and my G-string in record time. Then he slyly enters a finger inside my folds with ease, as I am literally dripping like a melted ice cube.
    With a swift lift, I am back up against the door and straddling him once more. His cock at my entrance and I collide with the door as he enters me hard. “Mmm,” I moan loudly into his neck.
    What is it about a quickie in a public place that makes it so much hotter?
    “Fucking hell, Roxy. This is so hot, woman,” Kade whispers into my ear as he thrusts into me over and over.
    “You are dripping. Goddamn, you’re sexy as sin,” he adds as his assault continues. When he licks my ear and gives me one last pounding , I come apart and convulse as my raging orgasm unravels. I bite into Kade’s neck and it is quite possibly one of the best orgasms I’ve had to date.
    And in the ladies’ toilets, for fuck’s sake.
    Kade follows quickly behind me with a last thrust as he pins me to the door then kisses me with fervour and unadulterated lust.
    I can’t help but giggle at what in the world just happened.
    “Well, we gave it a good shot, but it’s safe to say we can’t keep our hands off each other, Mr. Thomas, even in public places,” I say playfully, and he chuckles softly.
    “You, my dear, are a nymphomaniac,” he replies comically and that makes me laugh harder.
    “Takes one to know one,” I state and give him one last kiss as he gently places me on the floor. Still half laughing and on a euphoric high from our releases, we find our scattered clothing and start to get dressed so we can return to the movie.
    “Let me sneak out first so you can make yourself presentable,” he says looking at me like he wanted to devour me again. Then he adds with a grin, “See you in the cinema.” He walks out of the bathroom stall with a confident swagger, never locking eyes with any of the women he passes.
    I am still smiling and in shock that it happened in here, as I tend to the clean-up in aisle five. Well, that is a new public place to add to the list.

Chapter 3
    Expecting the Unexpected
    L ife is pretty perfect right now. However, as my father would say, ‘When you have a smile on your face is when you are more vulnerable to something bad happening.’
    After another day at work, I drive home in rush hour traffic, park my little blue beast in my usual spot, and head into my apartment. I stop to collect the mail from the apartment’s letterbox, unlock the door, and as per usual, I throw the letters on the kitchen bench, expecting nothing more than bills.
    I can’t help but notice the top envelope is addressed to me and is handwritten, not typed like the usual bills we get.
    I eagerly pick it up for a closer look and notice the familiar writing; I definitely recognise it, it is Dylan’s. What the hell is he sending me a letter for?
    Shit. What do I do? Throw it out or read it?
    I really need a second opinion. Half of me wants to put it in the trash while the other half of me wants to read it. Dylan has me puzzled as to why he would be writing to me. Ninety percent of me couldn’t care less, but the ten percent is stupidly curious. I send a text to Jemma for help.
    Hey Hoe, I have a dilemma.
    Dylan sent me a letter. Should I open it or throw it out?
    She replies and it makes me giggle, it’s such a typical Jemma response.
    Throw that fucker to the bin, girlfriend.
    I know I should, but I can’t help but wonder why he is writing me, though. What could he possibly have to say? The words ‘I’m sorry’ just won’t cut it.
    I admit to her.
    Exactly, so do not open it. Don’t waste your time.
    What if I read it and tell you if there is anything important inside?
    She replies with the perfect idea.
    Yes, please. You read my mind. I think someone should read the letter and you don’t