“I’m going to fucking ruin her,” he bit out slowly.
I shook my head. “Don’t. She’s not worth it. The housekeepers got paired up after what happened with Sloane last year. She couldn’t treat me like that once there were two housekeepers in the rooms. She didn’t want witnesses. She doesn’t want anyone to know what she’s really like.”
“Iknow now, Sarah. She humiliated and bullied you. Do you think for one second that Lachlan Adair will put up with that?”
“I should have told him when I was here. I didn’t. So it’s done.”
“And what about the next timid young housekeeper she decides to target? You were never powerless, Sarah, but you definitely are not now. If you speak up, something will be done about it.”
The idea of her humiliating someone else the way she did me was sickening. “Okay. I’ll … I’ll tell Agnes. My old boss. But later.”
Theo clasped my face in his hands and pressed his forehead to mine. His voice was harsh with emotion. “I feel violated to have touched her even more than I did. Because I can promise you, Sarah—and trust that this is no lie—Angeline Potter is the worst fucking lay I’ve ever had in my life. I regretted it from the moment it started, and our encounter did not end well. I regret it … God, I regret it even more now. I’d like to scrub every inch of my fucking body, actually.”
I curled my hands into his tuxedo jacket. “It’s not your fault. You weren’t to know.”
“The thought of her hurting you … of anyone hurting you … I want to kill her. First, I want to shower, though. With scalding water.”
Running a soothing hand down his back, I whispered, “Or … you could let me wipe away the memory of her.”
Before he could respond, I reached for his mouth.
Theo groaned, the sound somehow as emotional as it was sexual. He kissed me back with so much feeling.
I loved the taste of him, the way he kissed, like I was oxygen to him. I sucked his tongue hard and he shuddered, his rumble of pleasure making me shiver in turn. Possessiveness filled me. I really did want to wipe every last thought of her from him. To make him mine and only mine.
His hands grabbed at my waist, the touch desperate. “I can’t wait.” Theo broke the kiss. “I need you. Please tell me you need me too. I feel like I haven’t been inside you in decades.”
We were in the library where anyone might walk in, and yet the thought of waiting one more second was like being asked to wait one more year.
His warm, rough hands skimmed over my outer thighs, pushing my dress up to my waist. With a growl of want, Theo curled his hands around my lace underwear and tugged, the sudden air between my legs making me tingle with desire.
My urgency hit a new level and so did his. We wanted to erase Angeline. To erase the murders. To erase everything bad and hold on to the good.
Our lips collided, biting, nipping, licking, as we both reached for the closure on his tuxedo trousers. He took his wallet out and removed a condom, fingers fumbling a little, and then he shoved down his trousers and boxer briefs just far enough to free his cock. My breathing increased, the fabric of my dress constricting. My nipples chafed against the velvet, wanting to be bare. Wanting his mouth. I wanted him everywhere.
Then suddenly Theo, sheathed and ready, gripped my legs, spread them, and thrust into me.
“Theo!” I cried out in pleasured shock, his throbbing heat overwhelming me.
He stretched me perfectly.
I’d missed this.
I’d missed this connection.
Theo grabbed the back of my thighs and I followed his lead, jumping into his arms to wrap my legs around him. It caused him to slide deeper into me and we gasped against each other’s mouths.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect, so right. This is everything. You’re everything,” he whispered harshly before kissing me hungrily.
He grunted into my mouth as he began to thrust. Hard. Our lips parted as he picked up speed, his features tight with need.
“Yes!” I cried out, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as he pounded us into the bookshelves, jostling books, gliding in and out of my snug channel, the slap of flesh against flesh spurring us toward climax.
All the time I was aware someone might walk in and find him fucking me against the shelves. It excited me beyond bearing.
His thumb pressed down on my clit and I blew apart, my cry of release triggering his. Theo grasped my face in his hand, his thumb beneath my chin, his fingers on my cheek, holding me there. Forcing me to look into his eyes as his hips juddered, his cock pulsing inside me with his climax. He let out a guttural groan as I held his gaze through it.
Theo panted for breath as he rested his forehead against mine. “Phenomenal,” he whispered. “It’s always phenomenal with you.”
