Page 24 of Love & Consequences

After leaving the control room, I head down the hall and straight for the private-access elevator that only Justin, Decker, and now I have access to. Stepping inside, I press the button for the first floor and log into the camera feeds on my phone, checking that Marlee and Decker are still in the booth.

Unfortunately for me, they're still sitting close and I'm still raging. Dirt like that has no place even being near Marlee, let alone touching her, tasting her mouth... It makes me want to rip his limbs off and steal her away, I want to kiss her myself and erase any and all memory of him.

A moment later, the steel doors open up to another corridor, one that's darker and more intimate than the offices upstairs, exactly what you'd expect in the hottest, most exclusive nightclub in Vegas.

As luck would have it, Marlee excuses herself and leaves Decker’s booth, heading my way, probably going to the bathroom. Which is just down the hall from where I am now. Fucking perfect.

My pulse picks up and I spot a door opposite the ladies’ room. Hiding just inside the small room, the door slightly askew, I wait for her to get close. When she does, I jump out, wrap my arm around her waist, and pull her backward, covering her mouth with my hand to muffle her scream as I drag her into the closet with me.

I spin around and close the door, pushing my back against the wood to brace myself as she thrashes against me. “Let me go,” she says, her words muffled against my palm.

It takes everything in me to hold on and dodge the elbows to my ribs and the attempted slam against me to get me to release her. But before I can drop my hand from her mouth, she bites my fingers, making me curse under my breath. “Fuck, Marls. It’s me. Quit fucking fighting,” I whisper harshly, releasing her.

She pushes away and spins around, her eyes spitting fire and her expression more murderous than I’ve ever seen. And fuck if it doesn’t still do it for me in a big way. Focus, Aiden.

Just as she opens her mouth to let loose on me with her sharp furious tongue, I press my index finger against her lips “Shh.” I hold my phone up between us and swipe the screen, checking the camera feeds to make sure Decker is still where “Quinn” left him and that everyone else is where they should be. “OK. Coast is still clear.”

“The coast is still? Ugh. What the fuck, Aiden? Are you insane?” she growls. “You fucking kidnapped me and now you’re holding me hostage? I’m undercover. Do you want me to get made? You trying to out someone, again?" Her voice rises with every word.

Out of the corner of my eye I see two patrons come down the hallway and stop right outside the door, glancing toward the sound of Marlee’s voice. So when she opens her mouth to go again, I do the only thing I can think of to shut her up. I reach forward, jerk her forward with my hand hooked around her neck and slam my mouth down onto hers.

She freezes and pushes away, her wide eyes staring dumbfounded at me. Then she parts her lips and this time, we meet in the middle. This time she moans into my mouth and the rightness of the kiss rushes through me. It’s like coming home.

I touch the tip of my tongue to hers then dive deep, my arm snaking around her waist and holding her tight as I lick and nip, taste and plunder. Dragging my lips from hers, I pepper kisses between heavy breaths, making my way down to the silky skin of her neck.

“Had to shut you up,” I say. “Then I touched you and now I can’t stop. Felt you and can’t not feel you.” I punctuate every word with a thrust of my hips, my hard length pressing into her.

Before I can kiss her again, her body jerks and the hands that were gripping my shoulders shove me back, as if she’s come to her senses when it’s the very last thing I want her to do.

In the dim light of the closet, I can see her swollen lips and hear her ragged breathing. "Aiden, we can't—"

“Fuck yes we can,” I spit out before I’m reaching for her again. “He touched you,” I say between hard, deep kisses. Marlee bites my bottom lip, the coppery tang of blood cutting through the lust as we both pull back this time.

I swipe a finger against the bruised skin, a tinge of red coming away with it. “What was that for?” I say.

"For kissing me," she whispers, her voice as rough as mine. Not with anger this time. No, this is something different… better.

My gaze narrows. “Yet you’ll kiss him?”

"That's what this is? You're jealous?"

"Fuck yes, I'm jealous. He's touching what's mine!" I shoot back, not caring where we are.

She steps into my space, jabbing my chest with her finger. "I'm not yours, Aiden Lawrence. You ruined that.”

I dip my head so that we're barely a whisper's breath away, my eyes locked on hers. "You'll always be mine, Beautiful."

Her big eyes widen as a soft gasp escapes her and I brace for her to spit fire. It doesn’t happen though, instead she detonates. Launching herself at me, she grips my head in her hands, her body slamming into mine, her mouth attacking my lips like I'm the very thing she needs to breathe. I lift her up, her legs wrap around my back, our mouths not parting once while I walk forward until her back meets the nearest wall.

Then it's on.

Our kiss is hungry, desperate, needy. My hips pin her in place as she grabs at my hair, her grip tightening to the point of pain, but I welcome it. It drives me higher, making me want her more than ever. I'm devoid of rational thought at this point, we both are. All I can think about is feeling her skin against mine, consuming her until any memory of Decker James touching her is gone.

I slide my hand along her thigh, dragging her tight dress up while she whimpers against my lips. Grinding my cock against her core, I wish the layers between us would just melt away.

With her earlobe between my lips, I rake my teeth against the skin, as her hands scramble over my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin through the shirt and driving me crazy.

I want her naked but that'll have to wait, now is not the place and not the time for me to worship every inch of her smooth skin until we both explode. Now is about showing her she's mine and proving I'm hers.

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