Page 35 of Bad & Bossy

The amount of waste that would cause made my stomach sink to think about. We’d already made almost an entire batch for production, and now it would need to be disposed of or given out for free to the staff.

Seven months ago, I would have taken all of it.

I hadn’t spoken to Dana since the night she left and hadn’t seen her since the other day at the brewery. I found myself lost in thoughts of her to distract myself from the meeting, and the more I imagined her on her back, on her front, on her knees, the less the boredom seemed to take hold and the less the cravings hit me. A part of me knew I should speak to her, but the other part of me, the part that wanted her as the distraction, told me I didn’t need to.

I could just take her.

The moment the meeting ended I found myself slipping from the room and checking the timetable for employees on my phone. She should be here—she was scheduled three to ten in the evening.

As luck would have it, she didn’t have a tour right now.

My mind fogged with the idea of her. I paced down the hall to the elevator and rode it down. If I didn’t see her, fine. I could play it off like I was checking on things in the brewery. But if I did…

Ding. The doors parted and within a second my eyes zeroed in.

There, at the end of the hallway with her back to me and her hair up in a ponytail, was the woman I couldn’t get out of my head.

I beelined for her, sidestepping Ben and Allison and anyone else who tried to get my attention. She didn’t even notice me coming. She was so wrapped up in whatever conversation she was having with the girl in front of her that she barely even noticed my hand wrapping around her wrist.

One swift tug was all it took before her protests began.

“What the fu?—?”

“I need to speak to you,” I said. I didn’t have half of mind where I was taking her. I just let my gut lead the way.

“Cole,” she hissed, pulling at her wrist but following me anyway. I glanced behind me, aiming to make sure that no one else was watching but instead becoming far too transfixed in how her brows nearly touched with how irritated she was, with how her lips parted to release an angry huff.

God she looked sexy when she was pissed.

I opened the nearest door and pulled us both in, shutting it behind me.

Fucking janitor’s closet.

“I was only five minutes late?—”

“Shut up,” I grumbled, and before I could think it through, my mouth was on hers.

Her hands pushed against my chest but her body relaxed into me, a war within herself that I could physically feel. Her lips tasted of strawberries and were slick with ChapStick, and I devoured them, tasted them, sucked at them. Maybe Emily was right—maybe this was a high I was chasing in the same way I used to chase the haze of alcohol, but fuck, I didn’t care. She was too perfect, too right for me in too many ways that made no sense. If she was a drug, she’d had me hooked from the first time I saw her.

In the darkness of the closet, I felt her hands slip between the strands of my hair. I shifted myself, kissing her jaw, nipping at the skin of her throat. She smelled so fucking good, sweet, like pancakes with maple syrup. Blood rushed from my head and down between my hips, my cock already beginning to strain at the front of my suit trousers.

“Cole,” she squeaked.

“Hmm?” My fingers teased at the waistband of her jeans, desperate to slip beneath and feel what I was doing to her. I knew damn well that she could feel my cock against her side, it was only fair I got to feel her wet pussy.

Slick dampness coated my digits as I eased them beneath her underwear and between her lips. “Fuck,” she hissed, her grip on my hair pulling taut. “This isn’t appropriate.”

“Have I ever been appropriate with you?” I chuckled. Sliding my fingers across her clit, pulling a little ‘yelp’ from her, only made my cock harder.

Her hips pressed forward into me, forcing my fingers just a little further back to her entrance. Two easily sunk inside of her, and her answering moan nearly turned me feral. Control yourself.

She writhed against me with every motion of my hand. Two inside, my thumb on her clit, and my lips just beneath her ear. “Keep quiet, baby,” I rasped. I knew how fucking loud she could be when she came, and god dammit, we didn’t need someone thinking I was murdering her in here.

She bit down on her lip and rode against my hand, her nails digging into the skin of my scalp. Every plunge, every stroke had her clenching around me, her breaths coming short and quick or not at all. All I wanted was to sink myself into her, wrap my throbbing cock in her damp heat. But I’d give her this and save myself for later.

“I-I can’t, I?—”

Too loud. I covered her mouth with my free hand and brought my nose against hers, breathing with her. Her walls closed in, her hips moving frantically, and I could tell just how close she was. “Come for me,” I ordered, dropping my forehead and resting it against hers. “And try not to scream.”

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