A supply closet, by the looks of it.
The moment the door shuts behind us, the second we’re alone, I’m closing the distance between us, walking her backward until her back hits the shelf behind her, jostling everything on it.
Her scent immediately surrounds me. Fresh and sweet, so all-consuming that I have to bite back a groan that threatens to erupt from my chest.
I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind.
I can’t think, I can’t even fucking breathe when she’s this close.
Every interaction between us in the last few weeks feels like we’re descending, like we’re going somewhere that we can never come back from.
That’s the thing about boundaries, even flimsy, poorly laid ones. Once they’re crossed… there’s no going back to the way it was before.
My voice drops low. “What thefuckwas that, Maisie?”
“W-what was what?” she whispers before she tugs her lip between her teeth, peering up at me with her big, doe-like eyes that make her look far more innocent than I know she is. She’s not fooling anyone, especially not me, with this good girl act that I see all the way through.
I shake my head. “Don’t act like you don’t know exactly what the hell you were doing out there.”
“What? Hanging a banner?”
Fucking brat.
Jesus, I want to bend her over on this shelf behind her, flip that damn dress up, and spank her.
For pushing me, provoking me till we’re at this point.
My palm itches to feel her silky skin beneath it, to hear her shallow breath as she takes her punishment, to watch her creamy skin blooming red from my hands.
I’ll teach her exactly what kind of man she’s taunting. Just how much I don’t give a fuck about these buttons she’s blindly pushing.
I huff out a dark chuckle. “Oh? You wanna play games, Maisie? That what you wanna do?” An inch closer, and we’d be flush, her soft, pliable body molded against me. Just where I shouldn’t want her, my palms curving around her small waist, her perky tits smashed against my chest. “You wanna pretend that you didn’t wear that short-ass skirt and climb up on a ladder on purpose, giving everyone a peek at those pretty little purple panties you’ve got on?”
The hitch of her breath is audible. She opens her mouth, quick to defend her actions, but the effort is futile. We both know what the fuck she’s doing. Her pupils are blown wide as she says, “You think… T-that’s no?—”
I cut her off. “Stop taunting me, Maisie. Stop fucking provoking me. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. Quit while you’re ahead.”
We’re a breath away now, far too close to be appropriate, but then again, everything about this shit between us is inappropriate.
I’m trying to stay away from her.
To do what the hell I came here to do, but fucking Christ, she’s making it impossible.
Those lips, that fuckingbody.
“You know what they say about playing with fire?” I murmur, shoving down a swallow, ready to say fuck it all and take what she’s offering me on a silver goddamn platter.
Maisie’s throat bobs, and she’s shifting on her feet, her thighs pressing together beneath the hem of her frilly fucking ruffled dress.
I have no doubt that if I pulled the front of it down, her tight little nipples would be hard and turned up, the perfect little treat for me to suck on. They’d be pink and flushed just the way her cheeks are right now.
“If you’re not careful, I’ll torch it all to the fucking ground, and we’llbothget burned, Maisie.”
And then I storm out before I do something fucking stupid like light the match.
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