Page 74 of The First Spark

“Are you locking me in the supply closet until I behave?” I ask, waving my hand at the shelves linedwith towels, gloves, and an assortment of inks and bottles.

Ash backs me against the far wall, his muscled arms caging me in his embrace. “Something like that.”

I dare to reach my hand up, tracing my finger along the scruff of his beard. “What can I do for you,sir?”

A low growl rises from his chest as he presses his body against mine. “Now, we’re getting somewhere.”

He slides his hand along my throat and tips my chin up before claiming my kiss. He swallows any arguments as his tongue slides against mine, his fingers holding me in the moment.

As if I’d look for an escape.

I rise on tiptoe, desperate to get closer, earning his grunt of approval as he knits his fingers in my hair.

His beard scrapes against my skin as our tongues tangle, his warm breath mingling with mine as the din outside fades away. There’s a hunger in his kiss, as if he’s reliving every delicious moment of our night together.

Ash slips his hands around my ass as he scoops me into his arms and guides my legs around his waist. “Fuck, but I missed you,” he hisses, his breath hot against my neck.

Will I have sex in a supply closet, with a full house of patrons just on the other side of the door?

Not a doubt in my mind.

He bucks against me, his cock straining against his jeans as a guttural grunt escapes his throat.

Here’s hoping he locked the door.

A second later, I get my answer, when Braden bursts into the closet.

“Hang on a second, Zane. Let me grab some towels.” He stops dead in his tracks, shaking his head when hecatches sight of us. “Seriously? Again? You two are worse than a couple of teenagers.”

Oh. My. God.

Ash sets me down before shooting a dirty look at his brother. “How is it you always know just when to disturb me?”

“It’s a supply closet. Use a bedroom next time.” Braden chuckles, pulling a roll of towels off the shelf, before pivoting his gaze to me. “I must say, Ori, I never thought I’d see the day.”

Then he leaves, not bothering to elaborate on his statement.

But there’s no way I’m lettingthatone go.

I run a hand through my hair, certain Ash wrecked any semblance of a style during our exuberant, but short-lived, tryst. “What did Braden mean by that?”

Ash shrugs as he adjusts himself, his erection unmistakable beneath his jeans. “Who knows? Spouting shit, as usual. Isn’t that what little brothers do?”

“I wouldn’t know. He has terrible timing, though.”

“Yes, he does.” Ash drums the shelf with his fingers, skewing his mouth to the side in an adorable smirk as his gaze wanders over me. “I better get out there.”

“Too bad I can’t convince you to stay.”

He gestures toward the pronounced bulge in his pants. “I’m sure you could, but I can’t guarantee how long I’d remain in business.”

I close the small distance between us, rising on tiptoe to steal a quick kiss. “But it would be so much fun.”

Before he can reply, I yank open the door, fully aware of the half-dressed hussies watching me as I exit the supply closet with Ash close behind.

Am I sorry for ruining their afternoon? Not one iota.

Ash started it, and if Braden hadn’t interrupted us, I sure as hell would have finished it.

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