“Distract me.”
She rises onto her toes and her lips crash into mine, urgent and reckless in movement.
I kiss her back, hesitant, every nerve on edge. Half of my brain is focused on the not-so-far-away ghost and its overlord, while the sensations of Leigh consume the other half—her fingers tangled in my shirt, her body pressed against mine. She nips at my bottom lip, tugging gently, and I’m about to lose it. My self-control is a bunker taking heavy fire. The cracks are spreading under the relentless assault of her touch.
“Take off your pants,” she whispers against my mouth.
I freeze, just having hallucinated.What?
I’ll be quieter if you keep my mouth busy.
Heat spears through me. She rubs against the swelling in my pants, teasing me beyond reason. I know we shouldn’t, but her touch drowns out every warning. We could get caught, but I’m more focused on how her lips feel against my skin.
Slowly and deliberately, Leigh drops to her knees. Her eyes lock on mine.
She undoes my pants with nimble fingers. I should stop this. I have more willpower than this… but when it comes to Leigh, restraint has never been my strong suit.
Tell me this is a bad idea and I’ll stop, she says.
It’s a terrible idea, but don’t you dare.
Her laugh is low and breathless, sending a jolt straight to my groin. I’m aching for her. She wets her lips, eyes wide and determined, a mix of fear of being caught and excitement. Leigh’s breasts strain against her low-cut dress as she inhales deeply. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and I am mesmerized by it.
Delicate fingers grip me, then slide up and down my shaft with maddening confidence. I tell myself I can keep it together, that I can enjoy this and still listen for footsteps in the hall. Her mouth ghosts over me, and I’m already close to losing it. Heat boils low in my gut at the way she drags her tongue along the underside of me. Her mouth closes around me. She hollows out her cheeks, and I bite back a moan.
Open your mouth wider, Leigh.
Obedient, she sinks back on her heels, looking up at me, lips parted, wide-eyed and sinful. She’s an angel and a menace.
My dick slides past her lips, and her nails dig into my hips, urging me forward. She takes me deep, silent except for the wet sounds and her barely-there moan as I brush the back of her throat. I give a shallow nod.
Take over,I urge, unable to speak otherwise.
Her hand grips tighter, her tongue swirling, messy, merciless.
I tilt my head back and squeeze my eyes shut. Fuck. It’s too much.
I want to beg her to slow down, but we don’t have the luxury of dragging this out. A moan slips free, and I curse myself under my breath. I’m shamelessly hers.
She takes me deeper, swallowing every inch of my self-control.
I thread my fingers through her hair. The silk strands slide over my knuckles, anchoring me. Beyond the door, I hear something. Are they back already?
“Hold still,” I say in a strained whisper. “No hands.”
With her hands folded neatly in her lap, Leigh’s eyes burn with mischief.
I thrust, slow at first, but then passion burns away caution, and I can’t help but thrust harder. Tears glisten on her cheeks, like splinters of crystal. I feel monstrous in this moment—raw, desperate—but Leigh doesn’t shy away. She never does.
My grip tightens in her hair. She blinks once, a signal.Do it.
I stifle a groan, and my every muscle locks as release slams through me. I empty myself down her throat, helpless to the bliss. She doesn’t spill an ounce of my cum, just licks her lips clean when I pull free, greedy for every last drop of me.
I sag against the door, spent.You have no idea how much power you have over me.
She smiles; it’s my whole universe, right there in the curve of her lips.I have an idea.
Leigh stands while I fumble to fix my clothes, both of us still trembling, wrapped in the high mix of danger and pleasure. Then she straightens. Her gaze shifts to the door, and her every muscle coils. The voices are right outside.
