Page 86 of A Captive Situation

I had a brief wonder of how he was as a dancer. I bet he was good at it.

More than a few heads turned our way when we first got into the pub. Those eyes were on Jake. I saw the notice in some women’s gazes, more than a few showing blatant interest, but the crush of the people took us away from them. However, as we kept moving through the first section of the building and into a back section, more women caught sight of Jake.

A few blinked widely as we passed in front of them.

A few reached out to touch him, but he paid them no attention.

I snuck a peek from the side. Jake was laser-focused ahead, scanning every face with a professional efficiency that he must’ve perfected as a cop.

Or that training,a small voice whispered in the back of my mind.

That was going to bother me for a while. I wanted to know what all happened to him before he joined the police force.

But that way he was surveying everyone, it was with hawklike precision.

When he caught sight of his target, everything changed. His body tensed. He was locked on. Laser focused.

He moved us to the edge of a group and pulled me in front of him, angling us so my back was to a group behind me. We rested our shoulders against the wall. He was in front of me, his chest to mine. His hand slid up my thigh, around my ass, and he slipped it under my shirt, holding me against him.

That felt nice too.

He dipped his head down to my neck, breathing me in as he was watching behind me.

I shivered, unable to hold back anymore.

Being with him, feeling how he maneuvered me, and now as we were standing like this as a cover to watch for someone, the blanket of lust was too heavy on me. He doused me in him. His touch. His heat. The aroma that was uniquely him. Pinewood and leather.

I pressed against him, sliding my arms around him. He felt so good. The rub against him.

I was breathing him in.

He pulled back enough to look down at me. His eyes found mine, but whatever he saw, he blinked before his hand went to the back of my head. He pressed me closer against him and said into my ear, “Go ahead. I’ll keep watch.”

A full haze fell over me.

His words only penetrated enough so I understood he was telling me not to hold back. I could get lost in him all I wanted.

I lifted my mouth, my lips found his for one long, drawn-out kiss before he pulled back, switching us so my back was completely against the wall. One of his hands stayed in my hair. The other was holding the wall behind me. He pinned me in place, but his mouth fell to my shoulder before he turned, watching to the side.

That was fine.

With the press of other people around us, the shadows in the pub, no one could see what we were doing unless they were immediately next to us, and those people weren’t focused on us at all. Within that crowded pub, we had a relative moment of privacy.

I indulged.

As I lifted my leg up, Jake’s hand fell to it, raising it over his hip, and I closed my eyes, enjoying feeling him hit between my legs. His hand tightened over my leg. He closed any last distance there was between us.

I rolled my hip, moving over him, rubbing against him, and it felt fucking amazing.

Sensation soared through me, spreading. It took me over.

I was grinding on him, and I kept going.

The pleasure was building. Rising.

I moved faster, harder. Rolling my hips and pressing down over his bulge. He was hitting me exactly where I needed him.

Jake breathed heavily into my ear, his mouth falling to taste my neck. His hand gripped higher on my leg, closer to my ass. He urged me to go faster.

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