He caught her—she expected nothing else—and, in his urgency, none too gently pressed her against the wall. With his hands bracketing her face, he angled her mouth up for him to claim. She mirrored his pose, sinking her fingers into his perpetually tousled curls, and kissed him back. It was a wild breathless joining of lips and tongues, and she couldn’t get enough. Neither could he because his hands cupped her ass and he lifted her.
“Arms and legs around me, Bella, and hang on. I’m not waiting another second to have you.”
“But this is the service hall,” she protested between pants and kisses. “People are in and out of here all the time.”
“Fuck people,” he growled. “They see more on the main floor.”
“But my bosses might see me.”
“All right,” he gritted out as he took her weight fully. His mouth covered hers again even while he moved, carrying her. The next instant, he slammed through a door, which, when it swung shut, left them engulfed in blackness.
“Where—”
“Does where matter? We’re out of the hall, behind a closed door, and I want you. Now.”
“I want you, too,” she whispered, his urgency and need spiking her desire to a frenzied level. Her lips sought his in the dark, while his fingers found the crotch of her panties. As soon as he pulled it aside, he thrust into her, hard and long and wonderful.
What came next wasn’t vanilla or BDSM; it was the voracious joining of two people who couldn’t get enough of each other fast enough.
Surrounding them in the darkness were the sounds of carnal sex: labored breathing, skin slapping against skin, the audible wetness of each thrust as he drove into her. There were also groans and whispered words that didn’t make a whole lot of sense and the occasional banging of an elbow, knee, or foot against the metal door beside them.
At one point, Dan pulled his mouth away and ordered, “Open your shirt. I’ve craved the taste of your nipples on my tongue.”
She relinquished the hold on his shoulders, and quickly pulled up her top and bra. The constricting band of material around her chest made her full breasts jut out farther, nipples taut as though begging for his mouth.
“Damn, baby,” Dan growled as he dragged his tongue over one hard peak. “I’ve been distracted all day thinking of these berry-sweet tips.”
Bella cried out when he sipped it into his mouth and sucked hard. And while he did, he never stopped pumping into her. In fact, he went faster and deeper, and, with her body pinned between him and the wall, brought her to an urgent, spiraling, delicious, long-awaited release.
As she sighed, reveling in the joy she felt being filled and possessed by her dominant man, the squeak of hinges sounded an instant before light flooded the room.
“In the storeroom?” Ben asked incredulously. “Hell, Dan, Bella, we’ve got a health department license to maintain. Not to mention we’re in a club filled to overflowing with beds and tables and benches available for you to fuck on, or in.”
Speechless at being caughtin flagrante delictoby her boss, Bella buried her flaming face in the side of his neck.
“Not her fault,” Dan said in her defense. He hadn’t finished, and she could tell by the strain in his voice he was really close. “Your recommendation about beds and tables is noted, but right now, I’m too far gone to find one. So, my friend, if you don’t want to see what’s coming next—which will be me—get the hell out.”
Ben was a big guy, but he could move, and, within a second, the door slammed shut on his muttering about rules and licenses and sanitary conditions.
Bella found it humorous, but she’d already gotten hers and had a feeling Dan wouldn’t see it the same way or appreciate her laughing. She bit her lip to contain her amusement and clung to him, face still buried in his neck, as he pumped into her, jars on the shelves beside them rattling until he came with a husky, growly, satisfied groan.
When he had sort of recovered, he lifted his head and looked down at her. With lights still blazing, thanks to Ben, their eyes met, and she couldn’t contain her laughter any longer.
“It isn’t funny. I work here, and he’s my boss, but his outrage and how he’s always complaining about the health department got me tickled.”
He grinned, now that the worst part, abstaining, was behind him. “He’s going to give me shit about this and could go to Sean or Dex. It could mean disciplinary action.”
Her laughter faded. “What would that mean? Would they fire you over this?”
He frowned. “Of course not. That wouldn’t make much sense. It could mean club suspension, but I don’t care. You are definitely worth it. But I’ll go to bat for you, Bella. Your dom ordered, and you obeyed. And that’s hard to complain about, considering where we’re standing.”
She looked around at the shelves containing straws and napkins and little plastic swords, and, behind them, cases and cases of liquor and wine. “The liquor storage closet?”
He released one cheek to give it a healthy swat, as he warned, “Smart-ass sub says ouch, Bella. But I just came, your tits are pressed against my chest, and my dick is still inside your warm, wet pussy, so I’m in a forgiving mood.”
“Much obliged, sir.”
“How much time is left on your break?”