Page 13 of Courting the Consequences

“Morning,” he murmured. His voice was thick and gravelly.

As she moved closer, she could see his face under the ball cap. His left eye was swollen and bruised. She sucked in a quiet gasp and glanced around. No one around to notice, but you could never be too sure. “Come on,” she said, her voice firm. She turned on her heel and left him little choice but to follow her.

She led the way through the lower-level hallways until she walked past the storage room where she’d had her little breakdown with Derrick. She opened the door to the left of it and revealed a dark stairwell lit by dim safety lights.

She flipped a switch to her right and headed down the stairs. Kevin followed without a word. The room below was loud with the noise of a large industrial boiler that helped heat the building. Kara continued down a narrow corridor to a door at the end.

She ushered Kevin into the small abandoned office space that was once used by their facilities manager; he now had an office on the first floor. She flipped on the light and closed the door behind them.

“You’re not planning on killing me, are you?” Kevin joked once he turned to face her.

A smile graced her face as she rolled her eyes. She ignored him and reached out to remove his hat slowly. A frown tugged her lips down as she took in his swollen and bruised eye. “What happened?” she asked. She cupped the side of his face and brushed her thumb over his bruise gently.

He slid his hands around her waist and pulled her closer. “Just brothers being brothers,” he evaded. His deep voice sent shivers down her spine. The basement was cool, and she was wearing a thin dress. She pressed against his rock-hard body and slid her hands around his neck.

“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he murmured and pulled her tighter against him.

She blushed and smiled up at him, grateful for the heels that brought her a little closer to him. “That’s all you’re gonna give me? Some line about brothers being brothers?”

“I’d rather give you something else.” He pressed a kiss to her lips before she could ask anything else.

She gasped, and he took advantage and slipped his tongue between her lips. She moaned and closed her eyes while pulling him closer. His hand slid up her back and cupped the nape of her neck, holding her against him. He took charge of the kiss, angling her head and kissing her deeply.

She slid her fingers through the hair at his nape and pressed closer. His kiss was breathtaking, his lips soft and full. He growled and slid his hands down her sides, hands grazing her breasts before they gripped her hips and lifted her like she weighed nothing.

She wrapped her legs around his waist without a second thought, grateful that she had thought to wear a dress with a loose skirt that day.

She gasped when he pressed her back against the cold metal door to the office. She broke the kiss and panted. He kissed his way down her jaw until he reached her neck, where he placed a series of open-mouthed kisses until he bit down gently.

“Fuck,” she groaned and arched against him. Her nipples were hard pebbles under her dress. She ground her hips against his and he groaned. He leaned into her and pressed more of his weight against her.

She pulled his hair, maneuvering his head back up. He reclaimed her mouth as one of his hands slid from her hip down her thigh. She moaned into his mouth when his warm fingers slid under her dress. His thumb found her clit through her lace panties, and she moaned again.

It had been so long since she’d gotten laid.

She broke the kiss gasping, and he immediately kissed down her jaw. His thumb pulled away so he could shove her panties to the side. One long, thick finger slid inside her, and she groaned. It had beenway too long. His finger swirled around once, then twice before he pulled it out and slid a second one in with the first.

She moaned and arched against him.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growled in her ear, his breath hot on her skin.

She whimpered as he pulled his fingers out partway and curled them forward. His thumb pressed on her clit and started circling as his two fingers hit her G-spot.

She came hard and fast, her orgasm rushing through her. He claimed her mouth mid-yell, silencing her cries. Her body shook as he rubbed her through her orgasm.

“So fucking beautiful,” he groaned against her lips, breaking the kiss.

She whimpered when he pulled his digits away.

He sucked her juices from his fingers. “You taste amazing. So sweet.”

“Kevin,” she whimpered. Her hands slid down his chest to fist in his shirt. “More.”

He kissed her again. “I want to do this right,” he muttered against her lips. “Have dinner with me.”

She whined again. “Yes, God yes,” she panted. “But you already bought me breakfast. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

He chuckled against her lips. “So impatient. You’re too used to getting everything your way.” He kissed her again before she could respond. “Have dinner with me tonight,” he said, his dark eyes alight with desire.

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