She’s just rounded the corner in front of me, maybe twenty feet away, walking fast like she’s got somewhere to be. I hangback for a second, watching the sway of her hips, the soft bounce of that platinum hair catching sunlight. She doesn’t notice me—too caught up in whatever world she disappears into when she’s pretending I don’t exist.
I take my chance.
My feet move before my brain catches up, closing the space between us. She turns another corner down a quieter hallway near the supply wing—empty, with only vending machines and the faint buzz of the fluorescent lights.
When she stops to dig through her bag, I step up behind her and grab her wrist. The surprise makes her gasp, a sharp sound muffled as I back her gently into the supply closet behind us.
Her back hits the wall; the door swings shut behind me. She looks up, eyes wide, breath catching—more shock than fear. My hand covers her mouth just long enough for her to register it’s me.
The second recognition flashes in her eyes, I move my hand.
She opens her mouth like she’s about to give me hell, but I don’t let her—not yet. I kiss her.
It’s fast, rough around the edges, all the tension that’s been building since she pretended our last kiss didn’t happen. Her hands fist in my shirt, pushing and pulling at the same time. When she kisses back, it’s with the kind of anger that burns slow and deep.
I break away just long enough to breathe, forehead pressed against hers. Her chest rises against mine, quick and uneven.
“God, you drive me crazy,” I mutter, my voice low enough to feel more than hear.
“Then stop following me,” she snaps, but it comes out breathless, not convincing.
My hand slides to her waist, fingers brushing the hem of her shirt. Her skin is warm, soft enough to make me forget how to be rational.
She slaps my hand away, eyes flashing. “No.”
I pull back half an inch, trying to read her.
Her lips curve into something between a smirk and a dare. “I’m in control here. Not you.”
The words hit like gasoline on an open flame.
I grin against her mouth, voice rough. “You sure about that, Miss TA?”
She grabs my wrist, drags my hand lower, guiding it under the edge of her skirt until my knuckles brush the heat of her thigh. Her breath catches, and mine follows. She presses my hand higher, setting it against the thin lace between us. I can feel the wetness even through the fabric.
“This for me?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
Her answer is a sharp nip to my lip. “Shut up, Talon. Be a good boy and?—”
She leans in close enough that her breath ghosts over my ear.
“—make me come, or leave now and forget this happened.”
I bite back a laugh, the sound low and rough. “Someone changed their tune quick.”
“I didn’t ask for words,” she says, every syllable a command. “I asked to come. Now get to it.”
My grin widens. “Yes, ma’am.”
I slide my fingers under the edge of her panties and find her soaked. I look into her eyes and see the need behind those blown pupils. My thumb presses against her clit and moves in fast circles.
Instantly, her head drops back against the wall, exposing her throat to me. “Fuck, I need this,” she sighs.
I should feel bad that she’s using me, that one minute she’s firm in her refusal and now because she’s desperate for release she’s throwing caution to the wind. But I don’t. If this is how I can get her, then so be it. It just adds more for me to use later if she throws those walls back up.
I kiss her throat, nipping the skin as my cock grows painfully hard behind my jeans. Moving my thumb from her clit, I sink my pointer and middle finger inside her pussy and hum at how tight she is.
“You feel incredible on my fingers, baby. Can’t wait to feel you on my cock,” I whisper against her throat.
