“My phone is in my car. I left it there earlier and didn’t really think I needed to go back and get it since I was with you.”
“Shit, okay. I’m going to see if I can find some tools and get you out of there. Is anyone else with you?” Lennon asked.
Silence stretched through the air as Weston’s fingers hooked into my thong. He was dipping beneath the surface, his focus dead set on me as he worked his fingers closer to my sweet center. My eyes gently closed, and I knew I couldn’t lie. Once that door was open, he’d find Weston in here with me.
“I’m in here, too,” Weston hollered, igniting a wave of deep-seated pleasure through me. I didn’t know how it was possible that he was doing this to me. So easily. So effortlessly.
My breathing came out breathy and slow.
“Weston?” Lennon asked, almost unsure that he heard right.
“Yeah. Go find something to fix the door. Get us the hell out of here.”
“On it,” Lennon said before his shoes padded down the hall, and he left us.
My attention moved back to Weston. I couldn’t stop him, couldn’t pull his hands away from me. I didn’t want to, but the fact was that we needed to stop. We needed to pull away from each other. But first, he needed to press his full lips to mine again so I could memorize the weight of them, the shape of them, the taste of them.
“He’s going to be back soon. It’s not going to take himlong to unjam the door,” Weston murmured. “Five minutes tops.”
“I know.”
“If I drop to the floor, are you going to let me put my mouth on you?”
I thought about it for a second, but I didn’t need to for long. My body wanted that times a thousand. I moved my hands up to his shoulders and pushed him down as I glanced over at the door. With the way my body was primed, it wouldn’t take me long. Knowing we were risking everything added to the pleasure of it all. I didn’t know what that said about me, but I didn’t care to pick it apart. Not when Weston Taylors, co-owner of Taylors Security, was on his kneesfor me.
He rolled my thong down my legs, his warm breath fanning across the most sensitive part of me. “Fucking Christ. I can see your pussy glistening for me, even with so little light, sweetheart.”
My breath hitched.
I loved it when he called me that.
I was quickly becoming addicted to Weston’s dirty mouth.
“Because of you,” I told him.
He kissed up my leg, from my knee to the crease in my thigh. “It turns you on knowing that we could get caught, doesn’t it? Knowing that we’re minutes away from having to face reality. Should I reward you or punish you for that?”
I wanted both, but I was scared to say it.
The tips of his fingers dipped into my heat, not pushing in entirely, but enough to wet them. Then he brought two fingers up and sluggishly coasted them over my clit.
My knees buckled, and my hips bucked forward, my hands clutching the counter so I could keep myself upright.My legs wanted to give out as I stared down at the image before me, this intense knot coiling low in my abdomen.
I’d been eaten out plenty of times before, but no one ever sank down to a dirty ground and reveled in it becauseIwas the one in front of them.
“You didn’t answer me, Olivia,” Weston cooed in that deep voice. “Punishment or reward.”
I was already playing with fire—had been all night—and I was desperate for the burn, so I said, “Punishment, please.”
“Mmm,” Weston groaned. “You have me so goddamn hard right now.”
I reached down and combed my fingers through his hair. It was bizarre how we went from enemies to this in the matter of such a short time. But it almost made it more electrifying. More…intoxicating.
His fingers worked their magic, edging me closer as they smoothed over me gently. Euphoria filled my head and chest, making it hard to concentrate on anything else. “How are you going to do it?”
“Punish you?” Weston questioned.
“Yes.”
