His mouth hovers over my shoulder, and his breath tickles my cheek. Despite the barrier of our pants, the stiff ridge of his cock presses into me.
The rational voice in my body screams at me to fight. Bite his hand. Stomp his foot.
But my fear isn’t strong enough to overcome the thrilling, syrupy-sweet vine snaking through me. Against all logic, my body betrays me again.
A reflexive arch of my spine tips my hips back to meet his erection head-on. The sensation prompts me to shut my eyes and surrender to this sultry, dangerous darkness.
As I do so, shame grips my heart. Is it actually possible that I want this disgusting, arrogant, hard-jawed bad boy?
Behind me, Brody stills. Like a predator scenting injured prey. Then the broad hand on my stomach slides over to my hip. His fingers dig in enough to leave bruises as he tugs me into him and rocks against me.
My lungs hitch as Brody’s thumb hooks into the waistband of my jeans. With deft, practiced fingers, he slips his hand under the fabric.
My chest aches, my heart pumping so hard that he must feel the beats through my back. The burn of arousal eats away at every fiber of sanity I have left. Calloused fingertips on the sensitive skin of my lower belly cause me to shiver.
He glides his hand down, tracing the high-cut border of my underwear. My whimper of protest goes ignored as he trails his fingers lower.
The moisture between my thighs has nothing to do with him or this incriminating position. Absolutely not.
Brody releases a raspy groan of satisfaction. His lips brush my ear. “You feel that?” He presses his finger over the fabric covering my damp clit. “You’re mine now, and Kellin can’t help you.”
He rolls his hips forward in a deliberate thrust against my ass. I shudder as another soft whimper escapes my throat.
Brody’s no longer merely holding me captive. He’s stealing every last bit of my common sense, right here in the dark.
I’m seconds from either complete capitulation or a psychological breakdown when the office door swings open. Someone flips the light switch, painting us with warm slices of light through the slanted vents in the closet door.
We both freeze as Kellin Brennan, the one person who can save me, strides into the room.
Chapter 11
Brody
Trapped in the closet with an erection and Trinity’s warm body plastered to mine, I utter a silent curse.
For fuck’s sake.
I press my lips to her ear. “Stay quiet, or I’ll shoot him.” I probably wouldn’t, but Trinity doesn’t need to know that.
Kellin walks farther into the room. The slightest motion could expose us.
At the sensation of Trinity’s soft lips brushing my hand, lust vibrates through my veins. Her tender skin wakes a beast lurking just under the surface, waiting to pounce.
As far as I’m concerned, this moment in the darkness could stretch on forever. I haven’t been this close to a woman in months. Sexual encounters require free time, and I’ve been fresh out of that since around June.
Declan’s assigned me one mission after the next. A break would be excellent, but I can’t risk asking. I can’t afford to piss my father off. The day I show him I can’t keep up, he’ll disown me altogether.
That leaves no real time for romance or bedroom games. No girls pinned in dark closets, wet and waiting for me.
Not until today, anyway. With Trinity.
This isn’t her teasing me. This is different than the game she tried to play up in the suite.
Her response is genuine, raw, and all mine. I was just about to claim everything I wanted, savor every delicious bit of her surrender, and then Kellin fucking Brennan strolled in.
Trinity shifts between my hands, and her muffled little moan flutters against my palm. My blood comes to a standstill, my eyes flying to Kellin through the door slats.
He stops and peers in our direction.
