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The trolley car took a hard turn, jolting the crowd. Hayden pushed Min harder into the pole to keep her steady, his cock grinding into her ass through his jeans as she struggled for balance. Luckily, she managed to keep her backpack in front of her while they jolted. Once the car settled into its normal rocking rhythm, Hayden let go of the pole, letting her anchor them, letting his hand trail up her arm until it gripped her neck. The possessiveness of the gesture made her gasp, and she shuddered as her orgasm hit her, doing her best to bite her lip to keep quiet as she spasmed against his hand. He was holding her still, so hard against his chest to hide her jerking movements, his lips on the pulse at her neck as she came apart.

The trolley rocked as it slowed down for a stop, people jostling, and Hayden’s hands left her, their sudden absence making her groan. His hand went under her shirt to her stomach, wiping her wetness there, and something about it had her shaking, needing more, needing him to use her body and fill her so tight and hard that she broke into a million pieces. She turned to stare at him, their eyes so close she could see the strands of silver near his pupils. Hayden’s gaze devoured her. People moved around them, some exiting the trolley, some just finding a more comfortable spot. But Min and Hayden stayed right where they were, his hand on her stomach, hers on the pole, still holding her bag in front of her. She licked her lips and his eyes followed the movement so intensely that she couldn’t help but squirm.

“Stop,” he warned. “Or else everyone here is going to see how hard I am for you.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

He kissed her then, softly, behind her ear, and she melted at the tenderness of it, rocking into him as the trolley started moving again. His hand slid against her, this time heading up, caressing her skin until he was tickling the lace of her bra. She didn’t even bother glancing around, didn’t really care who was watching as long as he kept touching her. But he stopped right under where she really wanted him, gripping her around the ribs as his thumb idly brushed the underside of her breast.

“Tonight, I’m going to put my mouth on every fucking inch of you, Min. I want to taste you everywhere until you’re exploding and screaming my name.”

She shuddered at that, the words sinking into her soul, her thighs even wetter.

“Why the hell did we stay so far from the convention center?” She sounded desperate even to her own ears and cringed. She felt him smile against her, his thumb still caressing her lazily.

“Privacy, Min. I want you all to myself.”

The doors to the trolley opened then, and Min realized they had arrived at their stop. Hayden placed one more kiss to her ear before pulling back and grabbing her hand.

“Come on, baby. I have plans for you.”

CHAPTER15

HAYDEN

Hayden wasn’t sure when during the evening he had lost his mind, but if he had to guess, it would be around the time he saw Min across the bar. Since then, he had been fighting this pulsing need to drag her away from prying eyes and claim her in a way that would leave them both completely ruined. Even now, after discovering the exhibition kink she kept well-hidden and making her come in the trolley, he was already missing his hands on her body. The only thing he could think now was that he needed Min, upstairs, naked in his room, before he combusted. His blood was hot, pumping, all heading down south and leaving very little for critical thinking as he practically dragged her into their hotel by her hand. He was pulling her behind him and making a beeline toward the elevators.

“Oh, Ms. Hayes?” The voice barely registered to Hayden, but he felt Min tug on his hand, stopping him. He turned and frowned at her, and she rolled her eyes, heading to the front desk, leaving him no choice but to follow. The hotel staffer waiting threw her a big smile.

“I’m happy to tell you your hotel room has been thoroughly cleaned and is back to how it should be. Your things, as they were returned by the police, have been stored inside. We’ve also gone ahead and had the lock reprogrammed. I have your new keys here.”

He slid a little paper across the counter to Min, which she picked up. Hayden had never hated a hotel key more. But the staffer, clearly not reading Hayden’s vibe, or maybe just completely ignoring him, went on.

“I’m again sorry such a thing happened. We’ve submitted our security tapes to the police and are cooperating to the fullest.”

Min cleared her throat. “Did you find anything? In the tapes?”

He looked at her with sympathy. “Someone in a large dark hoodie with their face covered.”

“So could be anyone, is what you’re saying.” Hayden could practically see her deflate at the news.

“We’re leaving that up for the police to deal with. They mentioned they would send you the footage to see if you recognized anyone, so you’ll probably be hearing from them tomorrow. Meanwhile, we’ve also stationed a security guard on your floor for the duration of your stay. Please let us know if there’s absolutely anything else we can do to assist you during your time here with us.”

Min bit her lip, looking down at her new keys.

“Thanks.”

She stepped away as the staffer told her to have a good night, still staring at her new keycard until she was standing right in front of Hayden. When she finally looked up, there was uncertainty in her eyes that Hayden hated. Here he was, practically burning for her, and she was clearly rethinking everything. Now that she had her own room, the energy between them had changed. And although he would probably go blind beating himself off in the shower if she changed her mind about him, he couldn’t blame her if she needed to decompress from the convention and everything that had happened by herself. In her room. Alone.

But he fucking hated it.

Without talking, they walked to the elevators and got in, joining an older couple wearing matching Batman shirts who looked extremely exhausted and a little drunk. Hayden hit the button for their floor, and he leaned against the wall, Min leaning on the opposite wall.

He hated that, too.

He stared at her over the heads of the other couple, noting that she was a little pale. Her mouth that had been smiling all night was now pinched into a flat line. And her eyes were distant, like she was caught in her own thoughts. Hayden used the quiet in the elevator to remember the night they had shared, to run through everything they had said and done, and he realized that, besides last night when she had kissed him, he had always been the one to instigate, always been pulling her toward him. Hadn’t been able to help himself. But now, thinking about it, maybe she had been trying to pull away and he had been too far gone for her to realize. That wasn’t like him. His heart tried to reject his new theory, but here they were, her with her room back and him without a way to convince her to stay.

He just… wanted her to. Desperately, if he was being honest with himself.

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