My breathing is getting ragged despite my best efforts. The closet is stuffy and hot. Or maybe that’s just because Grim’s body heat is surrounding me.
I concentrate on breathing lower and slower. Especially when someone walks past the front door.
Something starts to harden against my belly. I know exactly what that something is. It’s Grim. He’s getting hard…at a time like this.
My breath catches in my lungs.
Heat floods my face. I try to shift away, to give him space, but his hand tightens, holding me in place…trapping his cock between our bodies.
He’s right. It’s dangerous to move. His breathing changes, becoming slightly more labored. I swear I feel his member throb against me.
I should be appalled. Should be focused on the danger we’re in. On the Security officers searching the house right now, and the fact that we could be found out.
Instead, my nipples tighten. I’m sure he’ll feel them between our thin clothes. His dick gets harder and throbs again, and I feel myself get wet and ready for something that isn’t going to happen.
What the hell is wrong with me?
We could be discovered at any second. Could be dragged out of this closet and arrested. Or even worse, killed on sight.
And all I can think about is how hard Grim is. And how much I wish we could—
The air in the closet becomes charged. Electric, even.
Grim’s breathing matches my own now – quick, shallow, uneven. We’re both turned on, and it’s insane. He grips the back of my neck with his other hand. His fingers tighten in my hair just slightly, and I have to bite my lip to keep from making a sound.
“All clear in the bedrooms,” a voice calls out.
“Kitchen’s clear too.”
“Bathroom as well,” a voice booms.
“Thank you for your cooperation, sir,” the lead officer says to Falkor. “Here’s my card. If you see this male, please contact us immediately. He’s extremely dangerous.”
“Of course, of course,” Falkor says. “I’ll keep an eye out. Good luck to you.”
There’s a beat of silence.
“One more thing,” the officer says, and my stomach drops. “Do you mind if we check your basement?”
“I don’t have a basement,” Falkor says cheerfully. “Just the main floor. This old house wasn’t built with one.”
“Very well. Thank you for your time, sir.”
“Not at all. Stay safe out there.”
The front door starts to close. The sound of footsteps on the front porch. Voices fading as they move to the next house.
But Grim and I don’t move. We can’t move just yet.
So we stay pressed together in the darkness, my face buried against his chest, his hands holding me close. His erection still hard and insistent against me.
My breathing has gone from fearful to something else entirely. Something that makes my thighs clench together. That makes me want to rock against him.
I feel Grim’s chest rumble with a suppressed growl. His fingers tighten in my hair again, just for a second.
This is torture.
What feels like an eternity passes before the closet door opens.
