“That’s not how this is supposed to go.”
“Oh, silly me. Won’t somebody think of ‘the rules’?”
Before I know it, his tongue is in my mouth, my body trembling with anticipation as my hands grasp for his hips, pulling him into me, feeling him hard against my jeans.
“Am I fired?” I whisper into his mouth.
I don’t care that he’s crossed a boundary. I don’t care if I get fired. All I care about is having him.
“I’m gonna go with yes.”
I laugh, and he covers his lips with mine hungrily. I hook my arms around his neck and pull myself up to wrap my legs around his waist, feeling him buck against me, pressing into me for more. He runs his hands up and down my back, lifting me onto the Aston Martin behind us.
I have no idea how we just went from fighting to this, but we’re too busy mouthing at each other for any talk. He breaks away from me, tugging down on my waistband, stripping me down to my kneesin one smooth yank, and I wrestle his jacket off, clawing at the fabric, burying my tongue between his lips whenever he pulls away for too long.
He jerks back again, his eyes full of desire, and as he eases my panties down my legs, I feel like I’m about to faint. I don’t care if anyone walks in on us—all I can think about is how much more I want from him. I part my legs, and when I see a smile flit over his face, my nipples stiffen. He steps forward, pushing me back until I’m stretched out across the car, pinning my wrist down over my head, leaning into me, working my tongue with his, and I let out a moan when he slips two fingers inside me. I arch my back, aching for more, but he holds me down with the flat of his hand, urging me still. If this is the kind of control he wants, he can have it all.
He carries on and on, covering my mouth with kisses, gliding his hand back and forth, the car beneath me slick with sweat. I bite down on his bottom lip, refusing to beg, relishing the growl starting in the base of his throat, feeling his fingers reaching farther now, harder, faster, finally relenting and giving me what I so badly want.
“Still feel the need to go skulking around warehouses?”
I keep one hand on his back as the other fumbles for his fly, and once I have his dick hot and heavy in my palm, I match him stroke for stroke.
“I don’t think I need to anymore.”
He’s swelling in my hand, thrusting with his hips when I hold back, nudging at me for more, gently biting at my lip and gliding his tongue down my neck.
“Looks like it’s my turn to bend you over a car,” he whispers into my ear.
I shiver with delight.
“That all you got?” I raise an eyebrow.
“I’ve got so much more.”
I know he’s only talking about us fucking, but there’s a part of me that wants to hold on to those words like a promise. I sigh intohis lips, smiling, my breath coming shallow, faster, panting nowuntil finally I get what I’ve been craving for so long.
“Come here.”
I shimmy my pants up and let myself fall into his arms, my whole body loose and glowing. He hikes me up against his chest and carries me out of the garage and all the way up the stairs to my bedroom, lowering me down while I fumble for my key.
I double-lock the door behind me, and by the time I turn around, he’s lying on my bed.
Things would’ve been a whole lot easier if we’d just done this earlier.
I undress slowly, giving him time to drink me in, letting his gaze trace the outlines of my curves as I unhook my bra. He slings an arm behind his head, his eyes lingering over every inch of me. My skin is on fire.
This time, I undress him—still slow, careful, languidly peeling off his jeans, his top, my fingers hovering over his boxers, edging them down and taking a moment to take in the sheer size of him. I pad back to my desk and pluck out a condom.Thank you, big sister.I guess Raven was always worried I’d screw up the way she did.
Slowly, I roll the condom down his length, and he lets out a moan.
“Shhh…”
I gesture at the door—we haven’t got the place to ourselves tonight.
My eyes drift up to his face, my heart fluttering against my breastbone. He’s so damn beautiful. Suddenly, he pulls himself up and grabs me by the waist, flipping me over and letting me fall back onto the mattress, and what happens next is a blur. Hovering over me, his right hand pushing my thigh up and away, he thrusts into me so hard and fast my breath catches in my throat, and there’s nothing gentle about him now—but this is how I want him, too.
Though I came all of five minutes ago, I’m ready for more. His mouth is on my breasts, all over, as he rocks back and forth, gliding in and out of me relentlessly, pounding to a beat that goes on and on until finally I come so hard I think I’m about to pass out, and he’s right there with me a second later. He collapses beside me on the bed, tosses the condom to one side, and flicks off the light.
