“Too late.”
“Em—” Her protests are cut off when I pull her face to mine, capturing those juicy lips of hers.
And just as I knew would happen, her resistance soon melts to surrender. I let my lips move from hers and create a trail from her jawline down the soft skin of her long neck.
“Wh-What if someone comes in?” she murmurs.
“No one uses this room.” My hands move to the skin underneath her shirt. I squeeze her waist, pulling her body into mine and thrusting my hips forward so she can feel how much I want her.
She moans against my lips again.
“Butterfly, I know it’s my fault you’re so open now with the sounds you make when we’re together, but to keep us from getting caught, you’re going to have to keep this one quiet.”
“It’s your fault if we get caught,” she whispers, angrily. But I can hear the lust in her voice.
After removing a condom from my wallet, which was in my back pocket, I toss the wallet aside and move to unbutton the black pants Janine is wearing.
“You better not get fired because of this,” she says as her hands go to the button of my work pants, beginning to pull them down.
“I won’t.” I cover her mouth with mine.
Our hands and arms busy themselves, undressing one another, until I have her right where I want her. I lift her legs to wrap my waist, and begin to enter her with my sheathed cock. When she starts to moan in pleasure, I crush our lips together, forcing her to moan into my mouth. My hips move angrily, pounding into her as I press her back against the wall.
Janine secures her legs around my waist even tighter and lowers her face into the crook of my neck, biting down on my shoulder, presumably to keep herself from yelling out loud. Her hands claw at my back in an attempt to relieve the pressure from being unable to yell.
Her release is quick and frenzied just like this fuck, but it leaves her legs trembling and her breathing altered. Once her walls tighten around my cock, my orgasm rushes me, nearly sending me to my knees. I press her deeply against the wall as ripple after ripple of pleasure invades my body.
When I’m able to catch my breath, I pull back from Janine, giving her one last deep kiss before I separate our bodies. The feeling of missing being wrapped up in her warmth is immediate. I want desperately to pound into her again and make her know she’s mine but I can’t. I’m still at work, and I can tell by her facial expression she’s not letting me get in a second round.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she whispers while fumbling back into her clothing.
“Believe it, babe.”
“Stop that!” she whispers angrily, swatting my hand, which is squeezing her ass, away.
I chuckle. “If it’s any consolation you popped my cherry, too.”
She finishes buttoning her pants and looks up at me with a curious expression. “This was your first time screwing at the station?”
I plant a kiss on her lips. “Of course. I wouldn’t risk losing my job for justanywoman.”
She gives me the cutest fucking smile imaginable. “Somehow that does make me feel better. I should go.”
I push out a breath, knowing she’s right. It’s late and she has to work the next morning. And I still have almost twelve more hours of my shift.
I stick my head out of the door of the closet we were in just to make sure no one is out in the hallway. When the coast is clear, I pull Janine’s hand in mine and retrace the steps we took in, going out the back entrance of the station house and around the side to the front parking lot where her car is.
I place my forehead against hers, cupping her face as a wave of guilt takes hold in my gut. “Next time you come, I’ll pretend I have actual manners and introduce you to the rest of the squad.”
She gives me a brilliant smile. “I’d like that … but this was fun, too. Thank you.” Lifting up on to her tiptoes, she presses a kiss to my lips.
I reluctantly take a step backwards, making room for her to open and climb into the driver’s seat of her car.
I rap my knuckles against the window. “Call me when you get home so I know you made it,” I say once she rolls the window down.
She nods and blows me a kiss.
I know I’m completely fucked up and in deep with this woman when I actually use my hand and grab the imaginary kiss out of the air. The lame shit I’ve seen in movies. But I don’t even chide myself for long because the giddy expression that crosses Janine’s face is all the reassurance I need.
