Turning her to face me and pushing her sweater further up, I ignored her mumbles as I looked closer. Taking out my phone, I held her arm out straight.
“What are you doing?” Red tried to yank her arm back, but my warning look stilled her actions.
“I need to photograph the evidence,” I said as I zoomed in on my phone. “Red, can you cover the girls up?”
She made a weird squeaking noise as she hurried to cover her exposed bra with her sweater. “You’re the one pushing my clothes up!”
“Sure, blame me.” I took a close-up and two on normal lens. “Okay, I got what I needed.”
“Well, I’m delighted.” Sassy Red was back.
“Wait,” I said as I tucked my phone in my back pocket. Her hands froze in the process of putting her arm back through the sleeve.
“What?” Red glanced down at herself. “Is something wrong?”
The white of her skin between her jeans and the upturned sweater was enticing. I tugged the sweater out of her hold and pushed it up further. Her pink bra was satin and lace, her breasts full and inviting. Reaching out, my finger traced over the valley of her breasts as my other hand held her sweater further up.
“Ash,” Red gasped when I pulled one cup down, exposing the soft pink nipple. My mouth watered.
“Hmm?” Bending, I captured the rosy peak between my teeth as my tongue flicked over it.
“You are not making out with me in a bathroom again. This is becoming a habit!” she scolded as her fingers laced through my hair, but not to push me away, to pull me closer.
“But I like this habit,” I told her as I pulled the other cup down and gave her other nipple the same attention. I felt her fingers tug sharply at my hair at my words, and I bit her nipple gently before I sucked it again. “Stop pulling my hair,” I warned as my dick got harder. “How long have we been in here?”
“Too long,” Red replied sternly, which would have been more effective if she hadn’t moaned right after it.
“We could be quick,” I suggested teasingly. She had me so wound up that I knew I would be so quick that I would embarrass myself.
“Not happening.”
With a sigh, I reluctantly left her breasts and straightened as I pulled her cups over her again and helped her put her arm through her sweater. “Later,” I told her quietly.
“Later?” Her voice wavered with her hesitancy, but her eyes shone with an excitement that wasn’t there earlier. As she straightened her sweater, I rearranged my dick in my jeans.
“From now on, when I tell you to stay put, you stay put. Understand?”
“I’m not a dog.”
“No, you’re not.Theydo as they’re told.” I pointed to her arm. “Do you still not believe that something is happening?”
Understanding caused her eyes to widen. “You don’t think it’s coincidence about the janitor?”
“When Quinn was in the theater, she said to Gray she now knew how other people felt when we did Mayhem,” I told her. “The janitor, he’s connected. I don’t know how, but he is. I can feel it.”
“Then why go after me? Why my apartment?” Fear made her eyes widen.
“Because that’s where I am,” I explained. “And before you even say a word, no, I’m not fucking leaving you.”
Red rubbed her nose as she looked away from me. “I don’t want you to,” she admitted. “Not now.” With a resigned sigh, she looked up at me. “Okay, I’m at your command.” My shit-eating grin was wide, and she swiped at my arm as she headed to the door. “Not that kind of command, perv.”
I smacked her ass hard as she opened the door, and her look of surprise made me laugh. Curling my arm around her waist, I pulled her hard back into me. “That one is just a taster. There’s more to come for your stunt this morning trying to make me late, for going outside when I told you not to, for letting yourself be vulnerable.”
“You’re going to hit me?” Her voice was incredulous.
“Red, I’m going tospankyou, and,” moving her hair, I kissed under her ear, “I know that you’re going to love it.”
I heard her breath hitch as I flexed my arm. “I won’t,” she whispered huskily as she squirmed in my arms.
