If those thugs hadn’t attacked them, he’d have taken her there, damn the consequences.
In the back of his mind, beneath the hunger that made it nearly impossible to focus on anything else, Malik was aware he shouldn’t be doing this.
You’re going to get yourself fired, the voice of reason whispered.
That was all true. Lady Jenna was his employer, and he was stepping over an invisible line tonight—yet right now, he couldn’t bring himself to care.
Turning left into a wide tunnel that led directly to the central hub, they walked past a line of clubs. Music throbbed from the doorways, and brawny bouncers eyed the couple as they walked by.
Malik squeezed Jenna’s hand, and she returned the gesture. His breathing quickened, in anticipation of what would happen when they got back to their room.
The moment they were inside their lodgings, the door hissing shut behind them, Malik pushed Jenna up against the wall, his mouth slanting over hers. Unlike the kiss in the passage, which had been brutal and urgent, Malik slowed this one down. He explored her mouth gently, his teeth grazing her lips.
Jenna groaned and arched up against him, her arms linking around his neck.
Malik drew back, his breathing labored now, before he slammed his palm against the panel next to the door, ensuring they were locked inside.
He didn’t want anyone else interrupting them.
Jenna threw herself at him, all restraint gone now. Their mouths collided, tongues tangling as they fell against the wall. The scent of Desert Rose drifted up between them, and Malik’s gut twisted. Ever since they’d left the pleasure house, his need for this woman had grown, to the point where it was becoming unbearable.
Fortunately, Jenna appeared to want him as much as he did her.
She clawed at Malik, shoving off his cloak, her fingers fumbling with the quilted jacket underneath. “Gods, you’re wearing too many clothes,” she muttered. “Get them off!”
Malik didn’t need to be told twice. Stepping away from her, he shed his cloak before he started tearing off his clothing. He’d never undressed so fast.
Likewise, Jenna wriggled out of her cargo pants and jacket. Seconds later, she stood before him, naked.
The sight made his chest ache. She was all soft pale skin and lush curves. Her breasts, heavy and rose-tipped, begged to be sucked.
Groaning low in his throat, Malik reached for her, but Jenna launched herself at him first, literally climbing him now. Her hot mouth grazed his chest, throat, and jaw before she found his mouth once more.
Dizziness slammed into Malik. Jidea preserve him, he could hardly bear it.
His hands were everywhere, squeezing, rubbing, stroking her soft curves, her satiny skin. They kissed again, devouring each other, while he teased her swollen nipples with his fingers.
Jenna took him in hand then, her fingers curling around his erection that thrust up between them. His member jerked at her touch, and a groan dragged up from his throat.
Their mouths met once more, hot and hungry, while she stroked his length.
Malik glanced down to see the swollen head of his cock was wet with need.
If she kept touching him like this, he was going to explode.
“Malik,” Jenna gasped. She leaned back against the wall, spreading her legs and guiding his shaft between them. She then stroked its wet tip against her sex. “I can’t bear it … I need you … now!”
Malik’s breath caught in his throat. She wouldn’t have to ask him twice.
Catching hold of Jenna’s hips, he turned her around, so she was facing the wall. He then guided her hips back so that she was forced to brace herself against it with her hands.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he ground out.
Jenna gave a needy, desperate sigh, spreading her legs for him, exposing herself to him. “Please,” she whimpered.
Malik pushed into her, sliding in slowly, inch by inch, stretching her as he went.
Jenna gave her hips a long, sensual roll, and he made a choking sound in the back of his throat.
