Page 33 of Midnight at the Magnolia

Our kisses grow more frantic, hands roaming, exploring. The sound of buttons popping echoes in the empty diner as Celeste tears at my shirt. My own hands find the zipper of her uniform, pulling it down with agonizing slowness, memorizing each new inch of skin revealed like I’m mapping a crime scene.

“Ethan,” Celeste moans, and I add this new version of my name to my collection—breathless, wanting, a tone I’ve neverheard from her before. The sound sends a jolt of desire straight through me. “The stock room.”

I pull back just enough to meet her gaze, seeing my own hunger reflected there. Her pupils are dilated, just a thin ring of green remaining—the same response suspects show under stress, but this is something altogether different. Something more intoxicating. “Are you sure?”

In response, she wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. The heat of her core presses against me, short-circuiting every rational thought. Even her grace in this moment feels too practiced, too perfect. Another mystery to solve, another detail to obsess over. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

The journey to the stock room is a blur, my heart pounding in sync with the throbbing desire that has been building for far too long. I can’t keep my hands off her, each touch igniting a fire that burns away the remnants of my self-control. My fingers trace the curves of her body, committing every line and contour to memory as if it were sacred ground. Her skin is soft and yielding under my touch, a stark contrast to the rough callouses on my own hands.

You feel incredible,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear. “I can’t wait to explore every inch of you. Taste every inch.”

Clothing becomes an unnecessary barrier, discarded piece by piece in a hurried trail behind us. My leather jacket hits the floor first, followed by her silk scarf, a vivid splash of color against the dull grey of the concrete floor. Her breath hitches as I pull her closer, my lips finding the sensitive spot on her neck, drawing out a soft moan that sends a surge of satisfaction through me.

“You like that, don’t you?” I whisper, my voice husky with desire. “The way my touch sets your skin on fire?”

I’m always in control, but with her, I’m willingly surrendering to the chaotic dance of passion and emotion. Theecho of our footsteps and ragged breaths fills the stock room, a symphony of desire that drowns out the cautious voice in my head.

“I want to taste you, to feel you tremble beneath me,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips tightly. “You’re driving me crazy, and I fucking love it.”

I am finally giving in, letting go, falling in love with a woman who sets my world ablaze.

We don’t even make it deeper into the stock room; a nearby wall becomes our sanctuary. Her back presses against the cold surface, a gasp escaping her lips as I pin her hands above her head. Her eyes, wild and hungry, meet mine, reflecting the same primal need that courses through my veins. I can feel her heart racing, matching the frantic rhythm of my own. The air is thick with our mingled breaths, the scent of her perfume intoxicating.

“You drive me crazy,” I growl, my voice heavy with desire. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.”

I lean in, capturing her mouth with mine, tasting her urgency. Her body arches against me, begging for more. “Feel what you do to me,” I whisper, pressing against her.

Releasing her hands, I let mine explore, tracing the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. “Your body is incredible,” I murmur, my breath hot on her ear. She clings to me, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my waist as I lift her, pressing her back against the wall.

“I want you so badly,” she breathes, her voice a sultry whisper that sends shivers down my spine. “I can feel how much you want me too,” she purrs, her lips grazing my ear. “I love the way you take control, the way you touch me. It drives me wild.”

I groan, capturing her mouth again, our bodies pressed tightly together, lost in the heat of the moment.

The world outside the stock room fades away. There is only her, only us, only this moment. Her head falls back, exposing thedelicate line of her throat. I trail kisses down her neck, feeling her pulse quicken under my lips. Her breath comes in short gasps, interspersed with soft moans that echo in the confined space, driving me to the brink of madness.

“We shouldn’t...” she whispers, even as her body contradicts her words, pulling me closer.

“But we are,” I murmur against her skin, my voice hoarse with desire. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Her response is a low, throaty laugh that sends shivers down my spine. “Neither would I,” she admits, her eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and affection. “I need you inside me,” she whispers, her voice laced with urgency. “I want to feel you, all of you.”

Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging with a desperation that mirrors my own. Each touch, each taste, only serves to fuel the inferno raging between us.

I can feel her heat, her fucking need, pressing against me, urging me on. Her skin is slick with sweat, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts that fan the flames of my desire.

I shift, pressing closer, my body aching with the need to be inside her. Her eyes flutter closed, her lips parting in a silent invitation. I take her mouth again, my tongue delving deep, mimicking the rhythm I intend to set. Her hips rock against me, her body instinctively knowing what it wants, what it needs.

“I’m yours,” she moans, her voice filled with raw desire. “Please,” she begs against my lips, her voice a husky whisper that sends a jolt straight to my core. “Please, just...please.”

I don’t need to be asked twice. I hitch her higher, my hands supporting her smooth, supple thighs as I position myself at her entrance. Her eyes, fly open, locking onto mine with an intensity that sends a jolt through me. In this moment, everything else ceases to exist. The dim, flickering light of the stock room fades away, the distant hum of the world outside disappears.There’s only her, only us, only this raw, primal connection that transcends anything I’ve ever known.

You feel incredible,” I murmur, my voice hoarse with desire. Her heat radiates against me, drawing me in. I push into her slowly, inch by inch, a low groan tearing from my throat as her tightness envelops me. “God, you’re so tight, so warm,” I breathe, feeling her body stretch to accommodate me.

Her eyes widen, her lips parting to form a perfect ‘O’ as I fill her completely. “You feel that?” I whisper, my breath hot on her ear, her neck. “That’s me filling you, that’s us becoming one.” Her nails dig into my back, the bite of pain sharpening the pleasure that courses through my veins like wildfire.

That’s it baby mark me up

I begin to move, driving into her with a force born of desperation and need. Each thrust is met with a surge of heat, her body gripping me tightly, drawing me deeper. “You’re so wet for me, baby,” I growl, feeling her slickness, her desire. “You like how I make you feel, don’t you? You like how our bodies fit together like they were made for this.”

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