Page 55 of Play It Sinful

“When did we ever fuck inside a supply closet?”

“The first time. It wasn’t a closet, but that roomwasused for storage.” He strides toward the closet, and when we’re both inside and the door is closed, I realize how small the space is. We barely fit. “This is cozy.” He laughs.

“You were the one who wanted a quickie before our road trip.”

He opens his fly and presses the head of his cock against my soaked panties. “You say that as if you’re not dying for it too.”

“Of course I am. But you’re the one who sexed me up.” I frame his face with my hands and kiss him hard.

Sean slides my panties to the side and sheathes himself in me. A thrill of pleasure shoots down my spine. He always feels good stretching my pussy to the max, but today, he feels fucking amazing. Maybe it’s the location and the danger of discovery.

My ass is pressed against a shelf, and the edge is digging into my skin, but I can’t be bothered to complain when the pressure between my legs is already pushing me toward the point of no return. I clench my walls, trying to milk an orgasm out of him.

“God, babe. I love when you do that,” he whispers against my mouth, and increases his pace.

I kiss him again, and our tongues match the rhythm of his thrusts. He’s getting harder inside of me, and that’s my undoing. I bite his lower lip when I come, making him grunt. Then his body is shaking against mine as he climaxes as well, and hot jets of cum fill me.

Wait. What?

I pull back and look at him. His blue eyes widen, and he stops moving. “Fuck. No condom.”

“I can’t believe we forgot it.”

Remorse shines in his eyes. “I’m so sorry. It’s my fault.”

My heart is pounding inside my chest. We didn’t use protection, and my mind is reeling. I’m more concerned about the reason I forgot. I was too wrapped up in him, and my sense of responsibility took a vacation.

“I’ve been tested and I’m negative. You don’t have to worry on that front,” he says, looking guilty as hell.

I shake my head. “I wasn’t worried about that. I’m negative too.”

“Then…” He pulls out, and the mess starts to trickle down my legs.

“I’m on the pill.”

“Okay… Phew.” He rubs his face. “We never talked about it, so I didn’t know.”

“Maybe we should have, but it’s not the end of the world.” I get down and turn. “Could you help me find tissues?”

He zips up his jeans, then turns, bumping into me. Now that the lust haze has gone, I’m starting to feel claustrophobic. I adjust my panties and skirt quickly, needing to get out of here ASAP.

“Got it.” He turns again, holding a box of tissues.

Suddenly, the door opens, scaring the crap out of me. A tall guy with crazy curly hair and glasses is blocking the way out.

“What are you doing in there?”

“Looking for tissues.” I shake the box in my hand.

He arches a brow. “You both needed to look inside the closet?”

Sean nudges the guy back and walks out. “Yeah. She couldn’t find it.”

I follow him and keep walking until I’m standing in front of my easel. Mercifully, there aren’t more people in the studio. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what Sean and I were doing in that closet. Who would buy the excuse we were looking for tissues?

My face is burning as I pack my things hastily. Meanwhile, Sean strikes up a conversation with glasses dude. I don’t know what they’re talking about, but I mentally thank Sean for keeping him occupied. I rush out of the room without saying anything to them. I’ll feel less awkward after I clean up.

A minute later, Sean texts me.

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