“I’mbusy,” he growled. “You taste incredible—so sweet, and all mine. Let me be greedy, just for tonight.”
That was the last thing he deigned to say.
Theo was already lost to his art, to his adoration, to worshipping at Audrey’s altar, and only his shadowy halo of hair was visible through the slit in her dress, his head bobbing slightly as he feasted on her. She dug her fingers into his waves, grabbing and pulling while she fought for purchase, and he grunted in pleasure when she did, merely pressing the blade of his tongue more forcefully against her clit before shifting and plunging it inside of her, licking and tasting what he found with abandon.
Audrey closed her eyes and arched her back against the wall, barely managing to stifle a moan by biting into the side of her hand hard enough to imprint it with the shape of her teeth while she began to ride his face. A shadow passed their doorway, the light streaming in from the hallway darkening for a moment—but instead of sending fear coursing down her spine, it only fanned the flames of her arousal, making it stronger, more intense. She bucked harder, her hips finding their rhythm in time with Theo’s tongue, with his mouth, his face wet and hot with her slick, and together they found their cadence, falling into time like the beats of a song.
The darkness of the meeting room blurred into black velvet around her, the edges of the table and the golden light tumbling through the glass door melding together while she lost herself. The only thing she was aware of was Theo, his silken hair in her hands, his fingers pressing deep into her flesh, his nose and lips and tongue alternating over her clit, the burn of the fire within her growing andspreading every time he closed his mouth over it and sucked, as forcefully as if he were trying to drain her dry of all the nectar she contained.
His mouth was music and she danced to it, chasing its tempo, its tenor, its time, until together, they finally reached her crescendo. When she cried out, Theo snaked a hand upward across her body, smoothing his palm over her exposed breasts before plunging his thumb into her mouth to help stifle the sound.
That only made her come harder.
When she closed her lips around it and sucked, he jolted forward between her legs with a groan. Suddenly, the warmth of him was gone, the cold, empty air rushing along her legs, but only for a second. Before she’d even finished coming, before she could sink to the floor limp and spent, Theo’s thumb was gone from her mouth, replaced with his tongue and the taste of her, his strong arms now wrapped around her back, lifting her up and pinning her more forcefully against the wall.
“Need you,” she rasped when he broke away to breathe, the air searing her throat. “Want you.Now.”
She hadn’t needed to ask.
His belt had already fallen to the ground.
As soon as the words crossed her lips, he thrust inside her, sheathing himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. He swallowed her groans, and she wrenched her hands into his back, twisting her fingers into the fabric of his jacket and wrapping her legs around his waist to cling to him for dear life, pulling him closer while he pounded her into the wall.
The force of Theo’s thrusts wracked through her while he plunged deeper, faster, harder than he’d ever dared to before. It was almost too much, the way he filled her, the way his length dragged deliciously along the ridges inside her, the way he found her limits—and yet, somehow, she was able to take him, match him, hold him,stroke for stroke. She hardly felt the wall at her back. Instead, it was only Theo’s lips while he sucked and nipped at her neck, beneath her ear, along her jaw, hard enough to leave marks and still leave her wanting more.
More.
It was always the need for more.
He wasn’t the only one who was greedy.
They were the same.
They always had been.
The pressure built inside again and Audrey surrendered to its currents, gasping and panting as the wave grew and crested into an even larger swell than before, curling and tumbling when she barreled over and crashed into the shore. She went blind with pleasure and buried her face in the side of Theo’s neck, digging her nails and teeth into his skin, biting hard while she tried to stifle her cries with her last remaining speck of consciousness. He grunted, growling deep in his throat as he thrust into her again, once, twice, a third time, his entire body stiff and straining while she clenched and fluttered around him, milking his own orgasm from him and pulling him deep into her core where he belonged, where he’d always been, where she wanted him most, always and forever inside her where she could hold him dear and keep him safe.
Theo slumped against the wall over her, barely able to stay upright. Their chests heaved, and as he bent forward and pressed his lips softly to hers once more, stroking her neck tenderly with one straining, trembling hand, sweat tumbled down Audrey’s brow, the droplet mingling with and matching Theo’s own. They stood there, foreheads pressed together while they panted, their breaths still in sync with each other as they tried to catch hold of reality again now that they’d come back down to earth. Even though Theo held her tightly against him, it was a miracle he was even still standing, andhe was leaning heavily against the wall when he finally opened his eyes and his mouth split into the beginnings of a crooked smile.
But before he could say anything, the golden light spilling over the floor near them from the hallway darkened—and this time, the shadow didn’t pass.
Theo’s smile faded, and they looked at each other in wide-eyed horror. Theo was still inside her, pants unzipped and pulled down just enough to allow him access, and he pressed forward, practically smothering her against the wall in an attempt to shield her from whoever might open that door.
They held their breaths, waiting for the errant jiggle of a door handle or the sound of footsteps thudding across the carpet. Theo shifted and pulled them both slowly along the wall, maneuvering them deeper into a dark corner of the meeting room and away from where the angled light had spilled. Audrey hardly dared look in the direction of the door—her heart was thudding so loudly in her ears, she was certain whoever was on the other side could hear it pounding from there.
But nothing happened. No one entered the room, and after a few seconds that seemed to stretch into eternity, the shadow left, letting the light spill inside once more.
They exhaled and let their shoulders slump in relief.
And then, when they looked at each other—and down at Theo’s pants—they both snorted and started to laugh at the same time.
“Oh my god,” Audrey finally wheezed, hugging him tightly and burying her fingers in his hair. Between the wax he’d styled it with and the way she’d been grabbing it, it was the messiest she’d ever seen it. He looked thoroughly debauched, like a man shipwrecked and only recently liberated from his wilderness exile. “What did we do?”
With her breasts still freed from the bonds of her gown and therest of it hiked up around her waist, she was sure she didn’t look any better.
“I look that put-together, huh?” The crooked smile was back, doubly dimpled, thoroughly roguish, and not at all remorseful. He smoothed some of the hair away from her face, tucking her once-artful waves more or less back where they should go before tugging up the fabric of her gown to cover her.
“How are we going to get out of here like this? Is my makeup completely trashed?” She blinked at him and tilted her head toward the light, hoping he might be able to see.
