My smile grew. “So, pleasure, then?”
“I think we should talk about it.”
“Talk about what exactly?”
“You know what.”
I spun the cap on my head until the brim faced away from her. I needed to see her, needed her to see me when I said this.
“Maybe about how wet you were for me. So wet that I could feel you through that innocent floral skirt.”
Her eyes widened, darting around the tunnel.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I told her. “I loved it. I think you did, too.”
She licked her lips, painting them with moisture. As if it had a mind of its own, my hand reached forward, tucking a wayward curl behind her ear before trailing it down her neck. Her pulse thumped wildly against my fingers, matching the beat of my heart. It was reassuring to know that I wasn’t the only one affected.
“Or maybe,” I said, lowering my voice, “you want to talk about how after you left, I fucked my hand until I came.” I softly squeezed her throat, carefully gauging her face for any signs of distress. There weren’t any. Only longing, pleasure. A silent plea for more.
“And do you know what I thought about, blondie?” She shook her head. Barely. That was all she could manage with my hand holding her in place. “I thought about you. About us. How I wished it were your hands, your pussy wrapped around me. Squeezing me tight just like this.” She shivered when my hand tightened around her throat. “Is that what you want to talk about, blondie?”
Fuck, I love this.
The way her throat vibrated against my hand when she swallowed. The way her lashes drifted shut as I lowered my head. I couldn’t believe this was happening again. I couldn’t—
A sudden clanging had us both nearly jumping out of our skin. This wasn’t a position either of us wanted to be caught in. Thankfully, it wasn’t the sound of some surprise interloper, but rather a fallen clipboard.
When she wordlessly knelt to gather her papers, I came back into myself. It only took a second for me to realize just how inappropriate it was to be having this discussion in the tunnel to the locker room of all places. Not only that, but I’d had my hand wrapped around her throat like a fucking serial killer. If that didn’t have HR disaster written all over it, I don’t know what did.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” I sighed, righting my hat back into place. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
I bent down to help her retrieve the fallen papers, then immediately regretted it when both of my knees cracked.Fuck, when did I get so old?
“No, it’s okay.” Clearly, it was anything but. She was nearly out of breath.
That makes two of us, blondie.
“No, it isn’t. You don’t deserve that.” I picked up what I could reach. “Not that I didn’t mean what I said, but this isn’t exactly the time and place to—”
My eyes stopped on a piece of pink legal pad paper, zeroing in on a particularly heart-stopping line.
7. Tie me to the bed and blindfold me.
“What the fuck is this?”
I almost couldn’t believe the animalistic growl that came out of my own mouth. Judging by the widening of Clarke’s eyes, she couldn’t either.
“Oh, that’s, um—”
“Clarke.” My eyes skimmed the paper in front of me.Holy fuck.I asked her again, “What. Is. This?”
“I made a list.”
Boy, did she ever. I scoured her checklist.
1. Do it with the lights on.
2. Somewhere we could get caught.
