I studied his black button-up and smirked. “Yours. Take it off.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
“Give it to me.”
“How about no.”
“Well,” I said as I shrugged out of mine, balled it up, and tossed it on the counter behind him, “I guess I could go back in there like this.”
Shep ran scorching eyes down over my naked chest, and when they stopped at the beginning of my treasure trail, he growled. “The hell you are.”
“Then give me your shirt.”
Those eyes turned to slits, and before I could ask again, he shoved me back against the door, his large hand flat against my chest. A flush of red crept up his neck, but then he reached over and flipped the lock on the door, and the sound of it made my dick throb.
Hell. Fucking. Yes.
“I’ll give you more than my shirt,” he said, and lowered his hand down to my belt, making quick work of ripping it off. “I’ll give you mycock.”
Now that was what I wanted to hear, and it sounded even better coming from Shep’s full lips.
“Putain,”I managed to say before his mouth slammed onto mine with a possession and urgency that had my dick rising to full mast. The heat had been simmering for hours, but all it took was one touch from Shep to have me raring to go.
Uptight Shep could be worn down even in the wrong place, wrong time, something I wouldn’t have thought was possible. There were hundreds of people outside this door, and every one of them knew exactly who the two of us were. The consequences of being caught were disastrous, but…
That was what made this so hot.
He sucked my tongue into his mouth, then curled his arm around my waist and began to move us away from the door. I didn’t give a shit where he wanted this to happen, as long as itdid, but I wasn’t disappointed atallwhen my ass hit the edge of a sink and he spun me to face the mirror. My pants and briefs were shoved down in an instant, leaving me bare and naked for him to watch.
“You kinky fucker.” I grinned and caught his eyes in the reflection. “I ask for you to take your clothes off and somehow I lost mine.”
Shep unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. “You’ve been begging for this for hours.”
“Oui. I have. I even came prepared this time.” I grabbed the small packet of lube I’d slipped into my pocket earlier on the off chance I could get Shep to misbehave, and whaddya know? He’d taken the bait.
He snatched the packet out of my hand and trailed it down the length of my spine, then farther to flirt with the crack of my ass. “It won’t be any less rough,” he warned.
The memory of the brutal way he’d taken me the day of the wedding flashed through my mind, and I shivered in anticipation.
“Good,” I said, widening my stance and gripping either side of the sink.
I watched as Shep’s hands plumped my ass cheeks, and even as he licked his lower lip, I could see the indecision warring across his face. He wanted to but felt he shouldn’t. I didn’t know whether the “shouldn’t” part came from where we were, who we were, or if it was King that popped into his mind at that moment, but I wouldn’t let any of that interfere with getting what I wanted.
And that was Shep’s cock in my ass.
I pushed back on him, and that seemed to snap him out of wherever he’d been and into action. With his teeth, he ripped the packet open and coated his dick, but instead of immediately driving into me the way I expected him to, he trailed his fingerbetween my cheeks and watched me in the mirror. I hadn’t expected him to tease me, not now, when we didn’t have time. But as the pad of his finger pressed up against my entrance, I exhaled and relished the way his thick digit slid into me. Slow and sure, followed by another finger scissoring inside, making me wish we had all the time in the world to actually explore each other.
I knew whatever this was between us didn’t lend itself to that. These were quick fucks on stolen time, a way to relieve stress with each other and nothing more.
“Dammit, Shep,” I groaned, pushing back on him. “Give me your dick or I’ll get myself off.”
“You still think you’re the boss here?” He drew his fingers out of me and teased my ass again. “You think I’ll let you top from the bottom?”
“Shep,je jure devant Dieu…”The loss of any part of him inside me was acute, and I was starting to feel a little desperate. I wrapped my hand around my stiff prick and began to jerk myself, needing all this pent-up sexual tension to ease if I had to go back out there, amongst a crowd.
Shep leaned in, his mouth by my ear. “Beg me for it.”
“What?”
