At this point, I don’t care. I might welcome the handcuffs.
I’m breathless as Simon pulls the door closed behind us. There’s no light at all, but I think we’re in a storage room of some sort. I smell pine cleaner and soap and perfume that isn’t mine. It’s warm in here, but not too warm, and I think it might be the heat from our bodies. I take a step back and feel a wall behind me. As I lean against it, I pull Simon toward me, kissing him a lot harder than I did Kristin.
He gives a soft growl and kisses me back, his hands everywhere at once. He’s rougher than normal, but I don’t mind. I crave it.
Gripping the hem of my dress with both hands, he hikes it up over my ass. There’s a possessiveness in his kiss that stirs something primal inside me. As he breaks the kiss, I hear his breath coming hard in the darkness.
“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he growls.
I stifle a giggle, not wanting to get caught. I feel myself grinning like an idiot as he tugs my panties down my thighs. I kick them aside in the darkness, not caring that they’re my favorite pair and I may never see them again. My mouth waters in Pavlovian response when I hear a zipper being dragged down, then the crinkle of a condom wrapper.
Thank God, I think to myself, grateful he feels the same urgency I do. I don’t want foreplay. I don’t want conversation. I want Simon inside me as fast as humanly possible.
“Hurry,” I whisper, reaching out to help guide the condom in place.
He grabs my hips again, and I give a sharp little intake of breath. I’m not sure how he plans to do this, but I’m eager for anything that gets him inside me. At this point he could ask me to drop to all fours and make animal noises and I’d do the best damn impression of a sheep he’s ever heard.
But that’s not what Simon wants. “Wrap your legs around me,” he says.
He lifts me just enough so I can obey the command, then raises me up like I weigh nothing at all. Pushing me against the wall, he uses it for leverage so he can sink deep inside me in one slick stroke. I gasp, then bite down on his shoulder to muffle the sound.
“God, Cassie,” he murmurs against my neck. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I am, and I know he probably credits the dancer or Kristin or the novelty of being in a place like this.
But my body’s response is all about Simon right now.
Clenching my thighs tight around his waist, I grind against him. The angle is pure magic, offering delicious, slick friction against my clit as he drives in deep enough to make me scream.
But I don’t scream. Music pulses beyond the door, and a trill of laughter trails someone into the ladies’ room just outside. I smell bleach and sweat and desire, and I can feel myself getting closer with every thrust.
“Simon,” I whisper.
That’s the only word that makes it past my lips as the first wave hits me. The orgasm is like nothing I’ve felt before, swift and fierce and so powerful I nearly black out.
Or maybe that’s the effect of having sex in total darkness. Pinpricks of light burst against my eyelids, and I bite down on Simon’s shoulder again to keep myself from crying out.
I feel him shudder between my legs, and he stifles his own groan against my neck. Then he goes still.
I wait for self-consciousness to set in. Shame for the public groping or the girl-on-girl kiss or the fact that I’m here in a broom closet with my dress hiked around my waist and my not-so-lightweight self being held up by a guy I’ve known just a few weeks.
But instead of feeling embarrassed, I’m giddy. Releasing my grip on Simon, I lower myself to the floor and tug my dress down. I’m grinning in the darkness, and I can’t seem to stop.
“That was amazing,” I whisper.
There’s a low rumble, and I’m pretty sure he’s laughing. He finds my hand and squeezes it.
“It was,” he whispers back.
“Sex in a bar and girl-on-girl action,” I whisper. “That’s two on the list!”
“More than halfway done.”
I’m still glowing, but I feel my smile falter just a little. Maybe it’s the ebb of adrenaline. Maybe it’s the knowledge that we have to figure out a way to escape this closet unnoticed.
But I don’t think that’s it.
As Simon leans in to kiss me, I push back the knowledge that this whole crazy experiment will soon come to an end. I kiss him back hard, breathing in the spicy scent of his soap, grateful it’s too dark for him to see my face.
