Page 28 of Alpha's Secret Baby Girl
“Has to be careful,” Joshua’s voice came.
Rafael pulled away from her just as she jerked away. They were coming back? Gwen tried to pull away from him, to straighten herself, but Rafael’s grip on her only tightened. He groaned into her skin, the sound a breathless plea.
“We’ll be caught,” she whispered, hating to break this connection but not wanting anyone to see them.
Married or not, if his brother and best friend walked in on them in a clinch, there would be no stopping the rumors. With her thigh hitched over his hip and her skirt riding up, leaving her skin to rub against the rough texture of his jeans. Wait, which underwear did she put on this morning? Was it—
Focus, she chided herself, pulling back as the voices grew closer. “Rafael, stop.”
He pulled away slightly. His pupils were large with arousal. His arms tightened around her, and he twisted around. They scrambled together to a small closet nearby. Rafael whisked her inside, pressing her against the back. Two suits hung in the closet, along with a couple of extra pairs of jeans. Light seeped in through the small slats in the door.
“Rafael—”
He pressed a long finger over her lips. “Shh. We don’t want to be caught, do we?”
His eyes sparkled in the dimness. He added a second finger to her lips while his other hand smoothed down her thigh, then slid under her skirt. Gwen’s breathing hitched at the feeling of his skin against hers. Her heart pounded, and she knew she should protest, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to.
“He’s not even here,” Joshua’s voice came from the office. “It’d be just like him to be off with Gwen somewhere instead of taking care of business.”
Rafael smirked, his fingers following the seam of her panties up the side of her hip. She pressed her hands to his chest, shaking her head. Not while they were in the office!
“What can you expect?” Michael said, sounding exasperated and amused. “After spending seven years pining after her, she’s back. I’m surprised they’ve left the bedroom at all.”
Joshua laughed. Footsteps headed away. The door clicked shut behind them. Gwen relaxed and let out a sigh, but when she opened her mouth, Rafael tilted her head and covered it. His thumb hooked over the waistband of her panties. He leaned in close, lips brushing against her ear.
“Shhh. They might come back, and we wouldn’t want them to catch us, would we?” His voice was rich and deep, sending pleasant shivers all throughout her body. Heat built in her core once more. As his hand moved slowly, sliding into her panties, Gwen gasped against his hand. Her palms were still pressed to his chest. She could push him away if she wanted.
She didn’t want to.
His fingers moved through her folds, sliding down the length of her. They skimmed over her entrance, collecting the moisture pooling there before moving back up. The glide was slicker, more fluid. The space was tight, and the pressure wasalready intense, thanks to their positions. Her legs were pressed lightly together, and when she tried to maneuver herself to open up, make it easier for him, Rafael’s other hand dropped to her hip. He pressed her into the back of the closet and stared intently at her.
“Don’t move,” he warned in a whisper.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” She rolled her hips into his hand just to spite him.
The answering grin he gave her was anything but spiteful.
He found her clit and moved one finger in a circle around it, testing her, watching her reaction. Her hips rolled forward again, seeking more friction. Her breathing grew ragged quickly as the tension inside of her broke, and a new tension took its place. The delicious sort, the kind that stopped her from thinking about anything else.
Rafael’s knuckles grazed her thigh as he moved down again, pushing two fingers into her entrance. He used his palm to apply a rough, dull pressure to her clit. Gwen’s fingers curled into his shirt, her jaw clenching as she struggled to maintain her composure. She let her head fall back as he pushed his fingers knuckle-deep and adjusted his hand to sweep his thumb over her little bundle of nerves.
“Fuck me,” she breathed, unable to stop herself.
“Mmmm. Not today.”
Gwen opened her eyes and glared at him. “I didn’t mean that literally—oh!”
His thumb moved again. She pressed herself closer, and he pressed his free arm across her waist, pinning her in place.
“Rafael,” she snarled, tightening. His fingers moved inside of her, his thumb growing more relentless. His rhythmmade her knees grow weak. The closet closed in around her, narrowing the world to them, to his touch, to the pleasure growing all the deeper inside of her.
Just as the orgasm hit, he kissed her. He swallowed the sound of her cry, fucking her harder with his fingers. She clung to him, riding the shockwaves, begging wordlessly in groans and moans for him to keep going. He coaxed it out as long as he could until she gasped into his mouth and slumped forward, her weight pressing against him. Then he withdrew his hand and wiped it off on the nearby jeans before pulling her closer, supporting her as he leaned back against the wall.
Trembling, lips parted, Gwen pressed her face into his chest and breathed in his scent. Goddess… that had felt good.
Too good.
She wasn’t sure how long she had been there, pressed into him, before she found the strength to straighten. Their bodies weren’t so close that she could feel his arousal, but a quick glance down showed he was. Longing washed through her, but she let out another shuddering breath and shook her head.
