“Breathe.” He rubbed her back in gentle circles. “Look down at your feet on the floor to acclimate yourself.”
When she did, she saw that the glass floor was not reflective. Instead, the panels lit up designs underneath the glass. Thosedid not move, and it allowed her to reset herself. Only then was she able to walk forward. To keep from becoming disoriented again, she trailed a knuckle along the mirrors so she didn’t leave fingerprints. “This is wild,” she commented.
“Someone gets lost in here every night, and we have to rescue them. Sometimes it freaks them out, so we put a warning on the entrance, but people don’t always understand just how off-putting it can be. It doesn’t help that the walls randomly move, and the time between movements is also random, so even if you could memorize the pattern you walked, where once there was a turn, it might not be there anymore.”
Just as he finished, there was a chime, and some of the panels began to randomly move, forming new hallways and closing off others.
“Luckily, I’m pretty good at most of the maze since I designed the program, so usually it’s me going in to find them.”
The chime sounded, and the walls shifted again. The way back was now cut off.
“Holy crap on a cracker! How is it possible for anyone to get out of here?”
He grinned. “Getting lost is half the fun. Right now? We’re in a box. No entrance or exit. We’re stuck here until the next shift, which should be in about sixty seconds.”
A mischievous twinkle lit up in her eye. “A box, huh?”
He pursed his lips. “What are you thinking, little spy?”
“I’m thinking, I get about forty-five seconds to be kissed stupid.”
With a growl, he pulled her tight to his chest and gave in to her suggestion. Her pulse pounded with every lick, every nip of his teeth, every movement of his hands across her lower back, and finally to cup her ass.
“Do you know how badly I want to make you come right now?” he whispered as his mouth made love to her neck. “If wedidn’t have a dozen cameras pointed in here… I bet I could make it happen in less than sixty seconds.”
“Fuck,” she moaned. “Yes. Do it.”
The chime sounded again, and he looked as disappointed as she felt that he wouldn’t get to slide his hands up her short skirt to get to where her new panties were totally soaked through.
“If we were at Shadowlands, I would. I would want everyone to watch how good I can make you feel. But here? I don’t want to share you.”
She looked up at him. “Then maybe you should take me upstairs.”
It took less than a second. “Fuck checking the panel.”
He grabbed her hand and headed to his right, dragging her along behind him. He quickly navigated the changing panels, emerged from the exit, and swiped a keycard at an emergency exit, slamming through the door.
She laughed, breathlessly. “Triumph, slow down! What’s the rush?”
Guiding her past him to the stairs, he gave her ass a powerful smack right in her sit spot, and then he swiped her up into his arms. “I’ll kiss the bruises and make it better when we get upstairs.”
He took the fire stairs two at a time, all the way to the fourth floor. He was breathing heavily when he got to the interior entrance of Tripoli’s apartment, and she wasn’t sure whether it was from the exertion of the climb or from his need for her, raging out of control.
Didn’t matter. He wanted her, and she was going to get more of what she’d been hoping for since Colombia.
She hoped a lot more.
YOU CAN LEAD A HORSE…
Triumph–
As soon asthey were behind the closed door, he had her pressed against it. His hands made short work of the loose updo of her hair, then fisted the roots.
“Do you have a safe word?”
“No.”
“At the clubs, it’s the traffic light symbols. ‘Green’ is go, ‘yellow’ is slow down, ‘red’ is stop. I will always honor them. But it’s also important to know that between us here tonight? I will also respond to the word ‘stop.’ At the club, I normally wouldn’t because it would be a scene, and ‘stop’ doesn’t exist, only safe words. When you’re ready, we’ll deal with that.”
