Page 75 of All We Need

“Fuck, you’re doing it now.Squeezingme so tight.”Hisgrip hardens, and my back bows. “Youlove whenItalk dirty to you?”

His teasing tone lights a fire under me that only he’s capable of; built of desire and witty remarks.

“I’dloveit if you actually fucked me,”Isay breathlessly.

“Oh,Silver.”Igasp when he pinches my nipple. “Ican’t wait to shut you up with my cock.”

He holds nothing back.Glassrattles.Theshelves bang against the stone wall.Ourskin slaps together.

“Oh god.I’mgoing to come.Booth, fuck.Booth!”Iscream.

His voice is tight; movements hurried. “Justme and you, baby.Letme feel it,Alessandra.”

Every inch of my skin, every fiber of my being, every nerve ending sings when he drives into me.Mytoes curl.Myvoice grows hoarse.Mybody loses sense asIcareen toward mind-bending euphoria.

I break completely as my orgasm takes a hold of me.Nothing—nothing—has felt like this before.

BeforeIfall into a heap of sated bones,Boothkeeps me upright with a firm grip on my hips.Heisn’t tender, andIgrow crazed for his masculine sounds as he continues to pound into me.

Completely at his mercy, another orgasm tingles low in my belly.

“Fuck,Aly.Aly.Aly.Aly.”Hechants my name like a prayer, taking what he wants.

And then we both see the light in synchrony.

My second orgasm barrels toward me.

I’m narrowly aware ofBoothpulling out of me, then hot stripes paint my bottom and lower back.Theslick sound of his hand against his hard flesh mixing with our panting has me keening through the aftershocks.

He loosens his hold, andIwait for him to retreat.Instead, he drops to his haunches.

My breath stutters when he grabs my ass cheeks andmassages his cum into my scorching skin. “Whatare you doing?”

“Shhh,” he says softly.Sucha contrast to his harsh tone from earlier. “Youcreate art.Solet an artist admire his work.”

Filthy.Sofucking filthy.

“What a beautiful mess.”I’mnot sure if he’s speaking to me or himself. “Fuck,Idon’t want to forget this.”

His eyes meet mine, flickering with the afterglow.Iknow what he’s about to ask, and my response is reason number oneInever should have stepped foot into dangerous territory with him.

His jeans hang open, his half-hard cock shining under the dull lighting of the closet.Digginginto his back pocket, he holds up his phone.

“One picture.”AndbecauseIenjoy playing with fire,Ibow my spine seductively and sway my ass in his face. “Makeit worthwhile.”

He shakes his head and chuckles, and a flash illuminates the space.

Something in the bright white light has my brain rebooting.

I just fuckedBooth—my employee—in a supply closet, while a hundred people stand outside.

This is the second timeI’vefound myself in this situation with him, andIhave to question if my sanity dissolved since landing in this town.

“Aly,” he warns. “Ican hear your big brain from here.Don’toverthink it.Onenight, remember?”

I ignore the trickle of disappointment that seeps into my chest at his reminder.

“You’re hearing things.”Iwiggle my hips. “Ican’t go back out there like this.”

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