Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 268: What the...

Melanie barely had time to react before Adam’s hand tightened around her wrist, and she stumbled slightly as he pulled her out of the squash court hurriedly, "Adam-what the hell-"

He didn’t stop walking. His grip was like that of a man on a mission. The hallway spun a little as she tried to keep up.

"I want you," he muttered without turning around. "Right now."

Melanie’s breath caught. Her pulse jumped. "You’ve lost your mind," she said, half-heartedly tugging her hand back. "Are you seriously dragging me—"

"Yes," he said. "And stop pretending you don’t want this. You’ve been wet for me... since the moment you left the squash court after I finished playing. I saw you rubbing your thighs all uncomfortable.

Melanie didn’t bother denying. It was true... She had almost jumped him just like how he was dragging her now... but still she tried to protest, "You’ve lost your mind, Adam. This is a public place!"

He glanced over his shoulder, and then pulled her past the locker rooms where they had been earlier and muttered, "Relax. No one’s around. And we’re not going to the regular locker rooms."

"What?"

A few more paces and he reached a side door with a frosted glass pane and keypad lock. He punched in a code and pulled her inside with him.

Melanie looked around in surprise as the door shut behind them. It was nothing like the locker room she’d seen earlier—this one was sleek, private, almost like a miniature lounge.

"It’s my space," Adam muttered as the door clicked shut behind them. "Personal locker. No one gets in here but me."

Before Melanie could process that or demand to know why he had a whole private suite, he turned the lock, spun back to her, and pulled her flush against him.

His mouth crashed into hers without preamble- hungry, claiming, all heat and urgency. Melanie gasped into the kiss, and that was all the opening he needed to deepen it, his hands already moving. One slid up the back of her neck, threading into her hair, angling her head just right while the other found her waist and tugged her closer, grinding himself against her, letting her feel his desire.

She gripped his shoulders, fingers digging in as she kissed him back, her body giving in even faster than her mind could catch up. There was no room for thought. Just the feel of his mouth moving against hers, his chest pressed into hers, the low sound he made when she bit his lower lip and her hands moved to explore the rock hard thighs she had been admiring earlier.

He moved slowly, pushing her backwards, until the back of her knees met the bench and then he twisted her around, his mouth now at her throat. His hand went to the hem of her skirt and before she could even gasp, he had already tugged down the waistband of her skirt, over her hips, letting it pool around her ankles.

Her hands came up instinctively to push him back, but they barely made it to his shoulders before he had his hand between her thighs, cupping her firmly through the last barrier she wore, making her moan, as she breathed against his lips, trying to hold onto her last thought of insanity even as her legs shifted, giving him more access, "You’re insane."

"And you’re soaked, my sweet Melon."

His other hand slid up her thigh, fingers toying with the edge of her underwear but not removing it. Instead, he used the narrow strip of fabric to tug her closer as he nudged his shorts down, just enough to free himself.

She stared at him, breathing hard, the heat between her legs pulsing with need. "It’s not safe..."

He looked into her eyes as he sat down on the bench and hooked one of her thighs over his hip, making her straddle him as he leaned in closer. "I’ll be quick."

And then he pushed her underwear aside, found her slick heat, and entered her in a single slow stroke.

Melanie’s head fell back with a gasp, as she clutched at his shoulders trying to not fall to the floor.. He didn’t give her time to adjust. Didn’t wait. He pulled back and drove into her again, deeper this time, one hand gripping the back of her thigh.

And yet, despite everything, she wanted more. So, she used the momentum to tighten herself over him as she met his thrust with downward pushing of her own, which earned her a few curses and words of reverence from Adam.

His rhythm stuttered, then picked up, rougher now. She bit her lip to hold back a cry as she clenched around him, the orgasm tearing through her like a spark catching fire. Her thighs shook, her arms wrapped tight around him, every nerve alight as she buried her face in his neck.

Adam groaned, his hand gripping her waist tighter as he buried himself deep one last time and spilled inside her, breathing hard against her neck. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

For a moment, they stayed like that. Nothing moved. No sound but the heavy panting between them.

Then Melanie exhaled shakily and muttered, "You said quick. That was..."

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, before giving it a lick. "...still not long enough."

She gave him a weak glare and slowly let her legs drop back to the ground, unsteady but satisfied and kind of guilty.. Dam* it. They had not even taken off her underwear... "You’re cleaning me up. And if anyone sees us walking out of here—"

"They won’t," Adam cut in smoothly, reaching for a towel on the nearby shelf. "But if they do... they’ll just assume I gave you a hell of a squash lesson. And that is why you are all red and sweaty."

Melanie felt her mouth fall open and as she glared at him, Adam leaned in closer still and muttered," We’ll continue the rest of the teaching session at him, Melon, baby. Don’t stand there, looking all shocked, come on, lets get a shower."

It was only as she was dragged into the shower that Melanie realized she had been lied to. They did not continue the learning session at home....but inside a small shower stall....

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