A gust of cold air greets me when I open the door and step out.
Hayes is by my side in an instant, hands finding my waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “I missed you.”
“You saw me less than an hour ago,” I tease even though I feel exactly the same way.
“That’s an hour too long.”
I laugh, but it catches in my throat when he dips his head and kisses me—slow, deep, full of all the words we haven’t said out loud yet. The kind of kiss that steals the world right out from under my feet.
“Any chance there’s some place private we can hide?” I whisper against his mouth.
His answering smile is pure sin.
“C’mon, Em.” He laces our fingers and tugs me in through the side door toward the back hallway. “You think I don’t know every empty corner in this place?”
“Oh.” My heart sinks. “You do this sort of thing often?”
“Fuck no, Em. Sometimes a guy just needs a little space. You’ve met Wyatt. Twenty-four hours in close quarters with him and the other guys? Trust me, you find a place to hide.”
“Good answer.” And minor freak out averted.
Hayes opens a door at the end of the hall and ushers me inside the laundry room.
The dryer’s running so it’s nice and warm. So are his hands.
I feel his breath against my ear, hear the low rasp of my name, and everything inside me tilts, melts, wants.
Hayes locks the door behind us.
“Quick and the other ‘q’ word we never say on duty. Can you handle that?” he asks.
“Absolutely,” I rasp before pressing my lips to his.
“Shit, Em.” He fumbles with my scarf and my coat. “Too many damn clothes.”
There’s no time for both of us to get completely naked, we both know that.
But I appreciate the fact that he doesn’t want me to overheat beneath the wool scarf and winter jacket.
“There,” I shrug out of the heavy fabric and toss it on the dryer.
“Turn around.” Hayes bends me over the washer, the cool metal a stark contrast on my flushed skin.
He pulls my pants down to my thighs. I hear the jingle of his belt opening and the tiny hiss of his zipper before he plunges inside of me.
“Play with yourself, Em. I wanna feel you come on my cock before I blow my load,” he says in a hushed tone against the shell of my ear.
My hand slips between my thighs, rubbing my clit.
Hayes’s hand covers my mouth to muffle the moans of pleasure that escape as he bottoms out inside me.
“Fuck. Right there, Em.”
It’s hard. Fast. And just as equally hypnotizing as before.
Hayes bites the back of my shoulder, drowning out his own roar when he explodes, taking me right along with him.
We both take a beat to right our clothes, a knowing smirk etched on both our faces and Hayes cum dripping out of me.
