I study her face, trying to make sense of this, but all I see is a shy smile, flushed cheeks, and those wide, fucking doe eyes that hit me straight in the gut. My mind runs every possible scenario, none of them logical, but I don’t have time to find an answer.
She grabs my hand, small fingers wrapping around mine, and starts pulling me behind her.
I glance at Kaden, who just raises his glass with a shit-eating grin.
“Autumn.” Her name rips out of me, from somewhere deeper than I’ve let myself feel in years. Something primal pushes against the surface, fighting the leash I’ve kept tight for so long.
She’s not making it easy to keep buried. She doesn’t respond, just keeps walking, dragging me down the hallway. She turns left, then hesitates, eyes narrowing like she’s trying to remember something.
“Oh.” A breathy sound, barely a whisper, before she changes direction. Two more doors pass. Then the third, she opens it; an office. I see her coat and her bag on the chair. My eyes scan the room as I step in, then flick back to her. She leans near the entrance, one hand still on the handle, her leg peeking through the slit again.
Thigh.
Skin.
That look.
Fuck it.
I grab her waist and pull her inside, slamming the door shut behind us. My hand finds her chin, tilts it up, and my mouth crashes against hers. I kiss her hard, my teeth dragging on her bottom lip, biting it just enough to make her gasp. The sound hits something feral in me. I pull back; she tastes sweet mixed with the whisky.
Fuck.
I can’t see shit, only the faint light from the garden outside through the window. My chest rises hard. My control is hanging by a goddamn thread.
“Turn the lights on.” My voice is low, ragged. I take a step back, needing air. Needing distance before I fucking break.
“No.” She tugs me closer by the lapels of my suit. “The security will see the lights. They’ll kick us out.”
They’ll try. I’d put a bullet between their eyes before I stop fucking her. She doesn’t let go, small hands fisting my jacket like she’s holding on for her life. Her eyes shut, lashes trembling against flushed cheeks.
“Autumn, we can leave.” The words scrape out of me, but she moves before I can finish. She drops, knees on the floor, and fuck, it’s a vision I will never forget.
Sweetness dressed in sin, on her knees for me, looking fragile yet bold enough to set my blood on fire. Her fingers work my belt, clumsy but determined. The clink of metal echoes in the silence, the sound making all my blood go south.
She lowers the zipper, slides her hand into my boxers, and instinct takes over. I grab her wrist hard, and she winces. “You sure about this?” My voice comes out rougher than I intend.
I need the words.
I need the confirmation.
She only nods.
Not enough.
I fist her hair, yank her head back so her wide eyes lock on mine. “Use your fucking words, trouble.” My growl vibrates between us. Her gasp turns into a shaky breath, pupils blown wide.
She likes the pain? That’s unexpected.
“I’m sure, Flynn.” Her voice trembles, but there is no fear in her face. I let her go. Her hand moves again, trembling fingers wrapping around me, dragging my cock free.
I shut my eyes for a second, fighting for control. The urge to lift her off the ground and fuck her straight through the wall claws at me.
Looking down, I notice her stare dropping, her lips parting as she takes me in.
“How long?” she whispers, wonder in her tone.
“Long enough.” I tilt her head up, fingers buried in her hair until her eyes are on mine again.
