Page 36 of Blame It On the Secret Santa

Twenty-Two

Sean

Cassidy’s hands tangledin my hair, pulling gently as she deepened the kiss. I lowered my hands and lifted her to my hips, pressing her against the metal rack again. Thankfully, they were all firmly attached to the wall so I didn’t have to worry about it crashing down on us.

She whimpered softly as I squeezed her ass, loving how full it felt in my hands. Cassidy had changed a lot over the years, but the thing I’d always loved about her was her butt. Back then, I was a young, horny teenager who didn’t appreciate it the way I should have. But I was ready to make up for that now.

“Sean,” she moaned as she broke the kiss, her head falling to the side and allowing me access to kiss along her neck.

“Yeah, baby,” I said, too consumed with touching her to realize what I’d just called her. She started to slip so I adjusted how I was holding her and pressed her harder against the rack, not failing to notice how our bodies lined up perfectly in this position for her to feel my erection through my jeans. I hadn’t had this many hard-ons in who knew how long, but now it seemed like I was constantly sporting one anytime Cassidy was around.

I rubbed myself against her, knowing it was driving her as crazy as it was me by how she pulled harder on my hair and moaned.

“I need you to fuck me,” she panted.

“Right here?”

“Bathroom.”

I nodded, trying to think clearly. It was as if all of the blood in my body had left my head and was now centered around a different one. Of course she didn’t want me to fuck her right here, in the middle of the warehouse, where any of our coworkers could walk in on us.

“I’m going to put you down,” I said, slowly lowering her from my body.

She sucked in a shaky breath and once she was on her feet, grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the back of the warehouse where the employee bathrooms were. There were two, both unisex and single occupancy.

I looked around to make sure no one was close by or could see us before I followed her inside and locked the door.

“Are you sure—” I started to ask but was cut off as Cassidy leaped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and locking her hands behind my neck. Her lips were soft as they pressed against mine.

“Cassidy,” I warned, breaking the kiss for a split second before she covered my mouth with hers again.

I grabbed her ass, squeezing it tightly as I walked over to the counter and sat her on it. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, tossing it over my head as I stared at the black lace bra she was wearing.

“We don’t have much time,” she said, her tone a warning.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

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