The stairwell is blessedly empty. We're halfway down when I spot a door with supplies written on it. I pull Harper inside and press her against the closed door.
“Someone could see us,” she whispers, but her hands are already reaching for my belt.
“I don't care,” I growl, capturing her mouth in a kiss that's desperate and hungry.
The danger of discovery only makes it hotter. My hands slide up her thighs, pushing her dress higher as she works at my zipper. We're frantic, desperate, like teenagers who've snuck away from a school dance.
“I've been thinking about this all night,” I murmur against her neck, my voice rough with need. “Watching you in that family section, knowing you were there for me.”
“Cole,” she gasps as I lift her, pressing her back against the door. Her legs wrap around my waist. I shove my pants down just enough, my cock hard and straining. My fingers find the edge of her panties and tear them aside.
“Fuck, you’re always so ready for me,” I groan, guiding myself to her.
I thrust up into her in one sharp, deep motion. She cries out, a muffled sound she buries in my shoulder, her whole body clenching around me. I freeze for a second, both of us listening,our ragged breaths the only sound. When no one comes barging in, a reckless energy takes over.
“That’s it,” I rasp, setting a brutal rhythm, fucking her hard against the wall. “You’re mine, Harper, just like this sweet, tight pussy is all fucking mine.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my back through my shirt.
“No one looks at you like that but me.” The words are torn from me, possessive and raw. I drive into her harder, each thrust punctuating my claim. “You understand me, Harper?”
“Yes. Oh God, yes,” she breathes in my ear, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Faster, Cole.”
I comply, driving into her with a punishing rhythm. The sound of our ragged breathing fills the small space, along with the distant music from the party above.
“You're mine,” I grit out again. “Tell me you're mine, Harper.”
“I'm yours,” she whispers, her inner muscles clenching around me. “Only yours.”
I can feel her starting to unravel, her inner muscles fluttering around my cock. I slam my hand over her mouth to stifle her cries, my own release coiling tight.
Moments later, Harper shatters around me, a silent scream against my palm, her body shaking violently. My control snaps, and I bury myself inside her one more time, with a guttural moan as I spill into her.
For a long moment, we stay like that, pressed together in the dark, panting, our hearts hammering against each other’s chests. Slowly, I lower her legs, my arms trembling with the aftershock.
Harper lets out a breathless laugh. “I've never had sex in a storage closet before.”
I laugh too. “First time for everything.”
“God, we're insane,” she says, still laughing as she smooths down her dress. “What if someone had walked in?”
“They would have gotten quite the show,” I say, grinning as I tuck my shirt back in and fix my belt.
Harper shakes her head, trying to finger-comb her hair back into place. “You're terrible. Absolutely terrible.”
“You love it,” I say, reaching over to help her fix a strand that's sticking up.
“Unfortunately, I do.” She stands on her tiptoes to straighten my collar. “There. Now we look less like we just had a quickie in a supply closet.”
“Speak for yourself.” I smirk at the flush in her cheeks and her kiss-swollen lips. “You look thoroughly fucked.”
She swats my arm playfully. “I really do have to go catch that flight.”
“I know.” I cup her face in my hands, pressing one more kiss to her lips. “Text me when you land.”
“I will. Enjoy the rest of the party.”
“The party won't matter once you leave.”
