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“Stop,” she whispers. “Someone might see.”

I run my nose along her jaw as my fingers slip her knickers to the side. She’s wet. Really wet. “So responsive,” I muse quietly.

“Mark,” she breathes as I run my fingers through her wetness, pressing my thumb against her clit. “Oh God.”

I insert a finger, pressing a kiss to her neck. “You are going to come for me,” I demand, inserting another finger inside.

Her head drops back against the wall, and her hips rock against my hand. “Someone will see.”

She tightens around my finger. “You like that you might get caught,” I rasp as I kiss the corner of her mouth. “But don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

“Fuck,” she whispers before biting on my lower lip.

She’s so fucking wet. My fingers are soaked with her juices as I pump them in and out of her.

Over the music, insults are roared back and forth, but my attention is on Freya. She grabs my bicep, and with the otherhand, grabs my arm, but I take it with my free hand and pin it to the wall.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard. Soon,” I growl. “But first, I want you to fuck my fingers. I want you to come all over my hand.”

“Mark,” she pleads, her grip on my hand tightening.

“Come for me, Freya. Come all over my hand.”

She presses her forehead to my shoulder, her entire body vibrating with her orgasm. I keep thrusting until I hear her whimper. Only then do I remove my hand and bring my fingers to my mouth. Her pupils darken as I suck them clean.

“We should go back to the room,” she orders.

I take her hand and pull her towards the exit. I push down the exit door, and escape into a hallway. A cleaner is coming out of a room opposite us, paying us no heed as she continues down the hall. I tag the door before it closes and tug Freya inside.

“Here?” she asks as I spin her around until she’s pressed against the closed door.

“I need you now,” I demand, slamming my mouth down on hers.

Our kiss becomes wild, and each time she makes that sexy little whimper in the back of her throat, it chips away at my control.

I grip her tight, perky arse and lift her up, carrying her to the end of the room where a counter sits. I drop her down, loving the noise she makes.

She tears her mouth away, her lips swollen. “Someone could walk in,” she rasps.

I kiss the corner of her mouth. “I’ll be quick.”

Her eyebrows pinch down. “If I’m going to risk being caught with my shorts around my ankles, you’d better get me off first. There will be no getting yourself off—”

I slam my lips down on hers, shutting her up. I have every intention of getting her off first.

I pull back. “Strip,” I demand, ripping my T-shirt off and throwing it to the floor.

“Bikini top stays on though,” she hisses when I pull the cup down a little, sucking her nipple into my mouth. “Fuck!”

I unzip her shorts whilst she snaps open the button on mine. I tear them down her thighs, leaving them to dangle at her ankles, and slip her knickers aside, running the pad of my thumb over her clit. “Always so fucking wet.”

“Fuck me before I chicken out,” she demands heatedly, reaching inside my boxers to pull out my dick.

I grip her thighs, bringing her to the edge of the counter, and line my dick up. “Play with yourself,” I order, and before she can protest, I thrust inside of her, rattling the contents on the counter.

“Harder,” she pleads, dropping her head back as she plays with her clit.

“You’d better be fantasising about me,” I hiss as I thrust harder.

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