Page 19 of Wicked Temptations
The next thrust punched the air from my lungs. I braced harder against the wall, trying to find leverage, and Ash’s hand moved from my hip to thread his fingers through the back crisscross of my shoulder holster. He yanked me back onto him, and the new angle made me choke on a scream.
“Is that what you wanted?” His voice was rough against my ear, wrecked and dark. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about when we fight?”
I couldn’t answer. Could barely breathe. His hips snapped forward again, using the holster for leverage, pulling me back to meet each thrust. The leather strap dug into my shoulders, and the small bite of pain only made everything sharper and more intense.
“Answer me.” He bit down on my earlobe, hard enough to make me gasp.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” The words came out broken. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you.”
His grip on the holster tightened, and he picked up the pace. The wet sounds of skin on skin echoed obscenely in the narrow corridor, mixing with our harsh breathing and the small desperate noises I couldn’t quite suppress. My tactical pantswere shoved down just far enough to be useful, bunched around my thighs, and the restriction made everything more intense. I couldn’t spread my legs wider, couldn’t move much at all, just had to take whatever he gave me.
And what he gave me was everything. Hard and rough and desperate, the weeks of tension finally breaking apart. He dropped his hand from my throat, and I missed it instantly. At least until his fingers wrapped around my cock and I nearly lost it right there.
“You’re so fucking hard,” he said against my neck, stroking me in time with his thrusts. “I’ve been wanting to touch you like this since the first time I saw you.”
I tried to respond, but he changed his angle slightly and nailed that place inside me that made my knees buckle for real. Only his grip on the holster kept me upright, kept me pinned exactly where he wanted me.
“That’s it.” His breath was hot against my ear. “Let me hear you.”
I bit down on my forearm again, just to spite him, but a low moan escaped anyway.
Ash’s hand moved faster on my cock, his hips driving into me with enough force that I’d have bruises tomorrow. The thought made something dark and possessive curl in my gut. They would be evidence. Proof that this happened, that he’d marked me, that I was his as much as I was feral and desperate to make him mine.
“Going to come for me?” His teeth scraped over my pulse point. “Going to let me feel it?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes, I’m close.”
He yanked harder on the holster, pulling me back onto him, and his hand twisted just right around my cock. The dual sensations were too much. Pleasure crashed through me so hard I saw white, my whole body going tight and then liquid. I cameacross his fist and the concrete wall, biting down on my lip to muffle the sounds trying to tear out of my throat.
Ash groaned low and desperate against my shoulder, his rhythm faltering. His teeth sank into the muscle between my neck and shoulder as he came, and I felt the sharp sting even through the haze of my own orgasm.
For a long moment, neither of us moved. Just stayed pressed together against the wall, breathing hard and coming down slowly.
Then reality crashed back in.
We were in a corridor at work. We’d just fucked where anyone could have walked in. I’d just let him take me raw.
Fuck.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
Ash pulled out carefully, and the loss was intense. I heard him dealing with the mess behind me and felt the wet dribble of cum dripping down my thighs. It made my face burn. When I finally got my shaking hands to cooperate enough to pull my pants up, I could feel his release, slick and undeniable as it dampened my pants.
I turned around slowly, still fumbling with my zipper. He was watching me as he tucked himself away, his expression unreadable. His makeup was destroyed, and I knew it would be smeared damningly across my throat and jaw.
The silence stretched between us, thick with the aftermath. Neither of us moved. We stood there in the dim corridor, breathing hard, and I could still feel the ghost of him inside me; still feel the ache that was starting to settle in my hips and thighs.
This changed nothing.
We’d scratched an itch, that was all.
“We should get back,” I said, and my voice came out rougher than I intended. “Finish closing.”
Ash’s jaw tightened. “Right. Yeah.”
I bent to grab my wallet from where it had fallen out of my pocket, and a sharp pain shot through my lower back. Tomorrow was going to be hell. I’d be sore in places I couldn’t explain to anyone who asked.
Good. I wanted to feel it, and I was perverted enough to enjoy that dirty little secret.
