Page 71 of Fish out of Water
The back hall was deserted as I headed straight for the one spot I knew no one would venture to this time of the year.
I found what I was looking for and barged in without pausing.
“The coat check room?” Julia read the brass plate as I yanked her past it, closing the door the second she was in before pressing her back against it. She rubbed her lips together, chin tucking as her eyes fixed on mine. “What are we doing in the coat check room, Grant?”
“We are in the coat check room because you seem to be confused.” I leaned into her, my aching dick straining to get closer. “And I want to clear it up for you.”
I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling Julia’s back from the door and moving us deeper into the closet. A few forgotten coats hung from the rods along with dozens of empty wooden hangers. They banged together as our bodies bumped into them.
Julia grabbed on to me, holding tight as we hit the back wall of the small room. “We shouldn’t be in here, Grant.”
“We can be wherever we want to be.” At some point I would tell her who my family was.
At some point I would tell her whoIreally was.
But this was not that time.
Right now all that mattered was getting closer to her.
“But—”
I cut the rest off, stopping her mouth with mine. Smothering out any words she tried to put between us.
I’d put enough there already, and right now they all needed to get the fuck out of my way.
I dropped to my knees in front of her.
“Grant.” Her eyes went wide. “What are you doing?”
Something I wished like hell I’d done last night.
And the night before that.
The cut of her dress was perfect, the curve of the seams making it easy to slide up her hips, the slit spreading wide open right where I wanted to be.
“Gra—”
My name didn’t make it through her lips again. It died on a ragged whimper as my lips locked onto her.
Julia’s head fell back against the wall and she started to tip over.
I gripped her hips, pinning her in place as I lapped at her clit, the sweet taste of her dragging me under, threatening to undo all I’d worked so hard to build.
She could tear it down in an instant.
She could tearmedown in an instant.
One hand came to my head, fingers locking in my hair. “Grant.”
The pull of her grip shot straight to my dick, making the almost constant ache there infinitely worse.
But the poor suffering bastard would have to suffer a little longer.
Julia held me in place as her hips rolled, dragging the swell of her clit across my tongue in a move that pulled my balls tight.
A strange sound snagged my attention, stealing it from the only thing I wanted to focus on.
Julia must have heard it too because she pushed at my head, shoving it away as her wide eyes went to the door behind us.
