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**Sienna**

"Jaxon, stop..." My voice cracked, half a whisper, half a plea.

"We shouldn't be doing this," I breathed, my fists clenched against his chest, trembling.

"Why not?" His voice was deep, husky, vibrating through me. His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks as if they were his property.

"You know why." I swallowed hard. "The house. The rules. Them."

"To hell with the rules." His smile was dark, dangerous.

"It's not just rules. This... we..." My nails dug into his shirt. "It's wrong."

"Is it?" Her forehead touched mine, her warm breath on my lips. "Because I feel like I've waited my whole life to be this close to you, Sienna."

My chest tightened. "You're an idiot." I blushed.

"Perhaps." Her mouth twisted into a defiant smile. "But you're defiant too for pretending you don't feel this way."

I opened my mouth, but his lips crashed against mine before I could answer.

It wasn't gentle. It wasn't patient. It was a war. His moan vibrated within me as my fists gripped his shirt and I pulled him closer.

"No," I murmured between my lips.

"No what? Don't stop?" he growled.

I closed my eyes. I couldn't say it.

"Say it," he whispered against my jaw. "Say you don't want this and I'll stop."

"I... can't." My voice trembled. "I want it all."

That broke me. His hands tore my shirt, pulling it up, exposing my skin to the cold air and his burning touch. I gasped as his calloused palms molded to my body.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his eyes scanning me with a raw hunger.

"Jaxon..." My warning was faint, weak, choked out by his mouth on my throat, kissing, biting, making my knees buckle.

"What if they get home?" My voice cracked as my zipper slid down.

"They won't," he growled, pulling down my jeans. "And even if they do..." His lips pressed against my collarbone. "I won't stop."

A wave of warmth washed over me as his shirt fell to the floor. My fingers, trembling, traced the outline of his chest.

"I've wanted you since day one," he said, lifting me up in one swift motion. My legs wrapped around his waist, his hard cock brushing against me through thin layers.

"Jaxon..."

"I love you, Sienna. Say you're mine."

"I..." My head threw back as his mouth swallowed my protest. His fingers slid under my panties to my already wet pussy, stroking, circling until my hips jerked

"Say it," he demanded.

"I'm yours," I gasped.

That was all it took

He inserted his cock inside me, stroking slowly at first, then carefully increased the pace.

I moaned as I hugged him tightly until my nails dug into his back.

"Fuck... Sienna." My name on her lips was a curse, a prayer, everything.

"Jaxon," I moaned, my legs tightening around him, my body arching to meet each thrust.

The rhythm grew harder and faster, years of simmering desire. His hand pressed against my clitoris, sending shockwaves through me until I couldn't breathe.

"This is wrong," I whimpered.

"This is us," he groaned, thrusting deeper. "And I'll never let you go."

The world disappeared. There was no home. There were no rules. Only her body colliding with mine, our mouths desperate, breaths ragged, hearts breaking and beating as one.

When he came, he tore me apart. My scream filled the garage, my nails digging into his skin. His moan came out raw, his arms around me as he thrust deep inside me.

And then... silence.

Our breathing. The buzzing of the lightbulb. My forehead against his shoulder, his chest heaving beneath my hands

Then...

The clatter of an engine.

I froze. "Jaxon."

Headlights swept across the window. A car door slammed shut. Another. Heavy footsteps crunched in the driveway.

"Oh my God," I breathed, panic gripping me. "They're at home."

We were still entangled, half-naked, sweaty, the forbidden heat dripping from us. One second too late to be caught.