Secret alliances

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Meera's Pov:

It's happening.

I think?

Holy fuck.

"You fucking bewitch me, Meera Desai." Wes admitted, heaving, grabbing my thighs and pulling me flush against him.

Translation: I fucking love you.

A smile crept up on me. "You can admit it now." I whispered softly in his ear as he set me down on his bed. His face pulled into confusion as he hovered over me.

"Did you just read my mind?" Wes questioned.

"You didn't know I mind read for fun?" I ran my thumb over his cheek. I turned away for a second, masking my emotions. "You don't have to say it, if you don't want to." I added.

"Hey," Wes pulled my chin towards his. "Why wouldn't I want to say it when it's a feeling so fucking strong, that it overwhelms me?"

Confusion makes me furrow my brows at Wes.

"I fucking love you Meera. I always have."

I always wondered what it'd be like to finally feel like I'm fucking on top of the world.

It feels fucking fantastic.

"You have no fucking idea how many times I've imagined you saying those three words to me." I admitted, pulling Wes closer. "I love you."

Wes kissed me once more, pulling me up so we were sitting, his hands traveling to my back. "May I?"

"Yes." I breathed as his fingers played with the zipper on my gown. He slowly unzipped the gown, before pulling it off me, leaving me in my bra and biker shorts.

"Sit up." He demanded.

I scooted back, leaning against the headboard as he tossed my dress on the floor, unbuttoning his shirt off.

"Hey! That's a really fucking expensive dress." I exclaimed.

His gaze dropped to my bra and shorts. "Take it off." Wes motioned to the bra.

"It's not exactly fun it we take off our own clothes." I questioned, pulling my legs up to my chin.

He smiled at me in amusement, "I thought you hate when I rip your clothes off?"

Fuck me.

"Okay fair, I cannot have you ripping off expensive underwear." I agreed.

"I'll buy you the entire fucking store if you let me rip it."

My eyes widened in shock.

Wes moved towards the bed, grabbing my ankles and pulling them towards him, making my breathing hitch. "I won't rip it," he says, leaning in. "I promise."

I sighed, "Okay, go ahead." He leaned in to kiss me, snaking his hand to my bare back, sliding up until he reached the clasp, unhooking it. The bra almost falls off my chest and I gasped as Wes's hand pressed the bra to my chest.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked genuinely.

"Yeah," I said, reaching forward to trail a hand down his abdomen, as he tossed the bra off the bed.

He pushed me flat on the bed and sat up on his knees, unbuttoning his pants. I pushed myself up on my elbows and watched him.

Wes Griffin was a work of art.

Once he was just in his boxers, his fingers moved to the hem of my shorts and underwear.

I let out a startling gasp as his fingers touched my inner thighs, my body almost spasming at his touch.