I’m getting addicted to it. Oh, who am I kidding—I’m addicted already. He’s ruined me for any other man.
As much as Luke likes to take his time, he’s also a fan of a quick-and-dirty storage room fuck on our breaks.
I’ve never, ever done anything like that at work, and it feels so dirty and wrong.
Which naturally makes it even hotter.
The first time it happens takes me by surprise. I know Luke is watching me as I slip out from behind the bar and go down the hallway. My skin tingles under his gaze. My nipples tighten in anticipation.
When there’s a knock at the door a minute later, I know it’s him, because he’s still the only one who ever does knock.
His turquoise eyes are hot and dark as they rake over me. He doesn’t say a word as he closes the door behind us, pushes me up against the wall, and captures my mouth with his. His kiss is hungry. Demanding. His hands roam over my body like it belongs to him. His hand possessively squeezes my breast, then trails down my stomach, slipping inside my jeans.
There’s a low sound of satisfaction from him as he circles my clit.
“So wet, baby,” he murmurs. “Is all this for me?”
“None of your business,” I pant.
There’s a huff of laughter against my neck and then the next thing I know, he’s yanking my jeans down. Cool air hits my thighs as his fingers slip inside me.
“This tight little pussy right here is all mine,” he murmurs as his lips graze the shell of my ear. “Damn straight it’s my business.”
He grabs a condom from his back pocket and rolls it on. Then he’s grabbing my ass, lifting me up and pressing me against the wall as his cock nudges at my entrance.
“Luke,” I breathe, “These walls are paper thin. Anyone could know what we’re doing.”
“Then you’d better be quiet. Or everyone here is going to know how hard your boyfriend fucks you.” His teeth scrape along my earlobe. “They’re gonna know just how much you like it.”
With his hand holding my hip, he pushes his cock into me to the hilt. His breathless, restrained grunt goes straight to my pussy and I struggle to muffle my moan.
He’s keeping one hand on my hip as he fucks me, but the other slides up my body, all the way to my jaw. He pushes two fingers into my mouth as he bends down to murmur in my ear.
“You wanna scream, baby,” he says, low and rough, “then you bite down instead.”
He drives his cock into me in thrusts so hard they jolt my whole body. The dark hair at the base of his dick rubs against my clit every time he pounds into me, and it doesn’t take long before the dual sensations cascade helplessly into climax.
I come hard, biting down on him with a stifled cry. He’s seemingly immune to my teeth sinking into his fingers, not stopping his relentless pile-driving into me. But as my pussy clenches down on him, he loses his rhythm.
I can tell when he comes inside me, because he goes still and buries his face in my hair with a muffled groan.
Afterwards, he cups my cheek and pulls me to him for a kiss that’s as tender as the way he fucked me was not.
“You good, baby?” he asks softly, pressing another kiss to my cheek.
“Better than good,” I manage, my whole body still tingling from that orgasm. “Except that now I have to go back out there and act like I didn’t just about get split in half.”
Luke helps me zip my jeans back up and straighten my top and smooth my hair.
“There,” he says. “Gorgeous. Other than that pretty little flush on your cheeks, nobody would ever suspect you came so hard.”
He looks way too proud of himself.
But I guess I can’t really blame him. He did do the damn thing, after all.
Before we go back outside, I put a hand on his chest. “Since when are you my boyfriend? We haven't exactly had the define-the-relationship talk.”
He catches my hand, lacing his fingers through mine. “Well, darlin’, you might be carrying my baby.” He pulls me closer. “I’d say we're a little past the ‘what are we’ stage.”
