Page 73 of All We Need

“No.”It’sa half truth.

He intertwines our fingers and guides us toward the door.Glancingover his shoulder, he says, “We’llwork on that.”

The blaring music drowns out my argument as we step back into the throng of people.Wedon’t have time to gain each other’s trust,is whatIwant to say.

It takes a minute to maneuver our way through the bodies, and when we reach a door, a set of keys materializes inBooth’shands.Idon’t have time to ask what we’re doing beforeI’mpushed inside a darkened supply closet, and the snick of the lock echoes in my ears.

My pleasure might as well have been lying dormant until this very second.Yearsof being sexually active are nothing compared to the heat that’s coiling deep in my veins asBooth’seyes assault me.

There’s no joking.Nocoy smirk.Hisfeatures darken—not from the lack of light, but carnal desire.

“Now be a good girl for me.Facethe shelf and bend over.”Hetucks my panties into his shirt pocket. “Iwant your ass on display asIfuck you into forgetting all about that little black toy of yours.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

alessandra

The airin this tiny supply closet pulsates.

A cataclysmic force standing in wait asIcontemplate my next move.

It’s alive; feeding off my racing heart and overstimulated senses.

Everything aboutBoothhas me finely tuned.Histouch, smell, look, sound, taste.Wantinghim would be like taking your first hit.Thethrill and excitement draw you in.Damnthe consequences.

Saying no doesn’t feel like an option.OrmaybeIdon’t want to.

IfIdon’t give in to it now, my cravings will worsen.

His deep voice cuts through the roaring in my ears.It’ssofter now. “You’rein control,Aly.Always.Wecan go back out to the party and prete?—”

I silence him with a firm press of my lips, my tongue strokes his as my decision settles over me like a cool breeze.Mymoment of hesitancy is blown away when he sighs into my mouth, his large hands squeezing my waist.

I pull away an inch, our noses brushing. “Doyou ever shut up?”

A streak of moonlight from the narrow window is our only source of light, highlighting the menacing smile on his face. “Never, baby.AndIhappen to know you love my dirty mouth.”

“Is that so?”

He nods, and my stomach muscles contract when his fingertips ghost up the inside of my leg, not stopping until he glides through my wet folds.

“Fucking soaked,” he coos. “Soneedy for my cock, aren’t you?”

My limbs slacken.He’sso vocal as he plays with me, whispering filthy words as he works a finger into me. “Fuckingperfect.Doyou want another?”

I nod, my walls tighten when he adds a second finger.Hetoys with me, stroking and petting me deliberately.

As quickly as he starts, he retreats, andI’mleft swaying from the loss of his touch.

He eyes the row of liquor bottles behind me. “DoIneed to show you how to be a good girl?”

His cocky tone stokes a fire in me, riling me up.

ButIwant this.Wanthim.

So with my chin held high, gaze hard,Itwist away, grip the middle shelf, and arch my back in offering.

“Fuuuck.Lookat that.”Booth’swords roll off his tongue like gravel, thick with lust. “Liftyour dress,Silver.”

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