“You got a fucking problem?” he growls, eyes flashing.
I arch a brow. “Subtle, Shaw. Didn’t think jealousy was your color.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Oh, come on.” I smirk. “You followed me into a dark hallway. You wanna fuck or fight?”
He shoves me.
I hit the wall with a grunt, but don’t move. Don’t flinch. I want this. Wanthimoff balance.
“Careful,” I say, voice low even though there is no one around to hear me. “Someone might see.”
“Maybe I don’t care anymore.”
“Liar.”
I step into him, chest to chest. “You care so much it’s eating you alive. That’s why you’re here, right? Couldn’t stand seeing me flirt with someone else. Couldn’t stop thinking about my mouth on yours.”
His jaw flexes.
I push harder.
“Tell me, Todd—did you jerk off to the thought of what would have happened in that stairwell if that door hadn’t opened? Of how you sounded when I told you to be a good boy while I was deep inside of your ass? Or were you too busy pretending it didn’t mean anything?”
He slams me back into the wall.
My head knocks the drywall, but I laugh.
“There he is.”
“You’re such a prick.”
“Then stop letting me get to you.”
His hands fist in my shirt, mouth hovering close, breath ragged. “You don’t get to fuck with me and push me away.”
I grin, teeth bared. “Who said I did?”
He yanks me forward and crashes our mouths together.
And fuck, it’s a mess—teeth and tongue and frustration. Nothing soft, nothing sweet. Just raw, angry heat. His body pins mine, and I groan as the tension we’ve been dragging behind us all week finallysnaps.
I bite his lip.
He digs his fingers into my sides like he wants to bruise me.
Footsteps echo down the hallway.
We freeze.
Someone’s laughing, just around the corner.
Still breathing hard, I break the kiss, resting my forehead against his, voice rough as gravel. “We could get caught.”
He just stares at me, lips red, eyes blown wide with heat and hate and want.
“Let them,” he says.
