“Quiet,” I whisper. “Or he’ll see that I’ve got my fingers buried in this sweet little pussy. We wouldn’t want that, would we?”
I pull her closer until every inch of her body is pressed against mine. The temptation to move, to take, is like a live wire beneath my skin.
Chuck mutters something about missing gloves before turning back to the shelves. He doesn’t seem in any hurry to leave, and continues shuffling and digging through the gear. Every second that drags by feels more like an eternity.
I work my fingers inside her, as if we have all the time in the world, curling them in the way I know she likes. Her hips twitch, betraying her even as she tries to wriggle free.
“Widen your stance, baby girl,” I murmur against her temple, pressing a kiss against her warm skin. “Let me fuck you properly with my hand while Chuck is only fifteen feet away.”
When she hesitates, her body trembling with indecision, I tap her clit in warning.
With a helpless whimper, she spreads her legs.
I undo the buttons of her blouse with my other hand until it gapes open, then I slip my fingers into her bra and shove down the silky cups, allowing her breasts to spill free from their confines.
“That’s so much better, isn’t it? I’m a big believer in the ‘free the boobies’ movement.”
I tweak her nipples, tugging at them until her body jerks. She slaps a hand over her mouth as a muffled moan slips out. The sweet sound only spurs me on.
“Look at you,” I whisper, teeth grazing her skin. “Your pussy’s gripping me so tight, just begging to be filled. Good ol’ Chuck has no idea how close you are to coming all over my hand.”
Her nails press crescents in my forearms that are hard enough to sting. Every taut line of her body screams that she’s on the edge of splintering apart. And I fucking love it. Love that I can undo her with just one touch. You’d never know it from the calm, professional way she walks these halls.
“Are you ready to come for me, baby?” I whisper against the hollow of her throat. Seeing her like this shreds every ounce of my control. “I want to watch you fall apart.”
Somewhere nearby, the equipment manager curses before finding what he needs and then moving toward the exit. Even though Rina’s trying to hold back, she can’t quite manage it. Just as he steps through the door, the dam breaks, and she falls apart.
The sound that tears from her is half sob and half moan. My other hand settles loosely around her throat, holding her to me as her body convulses against my fingers. The door clicks shut behind Chuck as her hips jerk and she cries into her own palm, quivering so hard I feel it through bone and muscle.
I work her with the exact rhythm that will keep her flying, matching every shift of pressure and speed to the tremors racing through her. Her muscles seize around me, release, then seize again.
Each contraction is a reluctant confession she doesn’t want to give.
Rina can deny it all she wants, but her body tells me the truth.
Every single time.
When she finally collapses against me, spent and shaking, her blouse falling open, I pull my fingers free and lift them to my mouth, tasting her, claiming the proof of the pleasure I gave her.
“Mmm,” I groan. “I’ll never get enough of how creamy you get for me.”
Her dazed eyes widen right before my mouth crashes onto hers, forcing her to taste her own arousal on my tongue. She moans when I deepen the kiss. It’s a raw sound that has my cock stiffening even more as my fingers find her breasts and pluck at the stiff little buds again.
I know the exact moment the fog clouding her brain clears and fury rolls in like a tidal wave. Her whole frame trembles as she shoves at me. The anger in her eyes contradicts the way her body continues to cling to mine.
She’s fucking gorgeous like this.
All wild and righteous.
Impossibly alive.
I kiss her one last time before pulling back, every inch of me aching to take her and make her mine in a way she can’t deny.
“Oliver, we really need to talk about this.”
Talk.
The word slices through my own haze. Doesn’t she ever get tired of pretending we’re something she can reason her way out of?
