Page 54 of Midnight Wedding

I grimace, straighten, and raise my chin. “I looked it up online.”

“Even if I believed you, I still might fire the entire staff for letting you sneak out.”

“How’d you find me?” I peer at him. “Did you bug me?”

“No, I didn’tbugyou. I followed you.”

“That’s not much better.”

“I watched you slip out the back door wearing all black. I had a feeling you were up to no good, and here we are, vindicating the fuck out of me.”

“Still doesn’t mean you can stalk me and scare me to death.”

“Why not?” I step forward, eyes serious. He looks intense and menacing under the beam of my flashlight. “You aren’t safe out here.”

“I’m not safe becauseyou’rehere.”

He smirks and grabs my hair. I try to twist away, but he brings a knee up between my legs and pins me with his body. He’s so big and fucking warm, and I’m tempted to bite his goddamn throat out.

Until he whispers in my ear.

“You’re right, baby, youaren’tsafe. Maybe you really should be afraid.” His mouth finds my neck and he sucks, his tongue licking me, and I release a whimper.

Half sexual ecstasy and half genuine fear for my life.

“We should get out of here.”

“Not yet.” He grabs my wrist and wrenches them above my head. “You haven’t been punished yet.”

I groan as he grinds his thigh higher. It presses against my jeans, the rough seam grinding into my pussy. It hurts and feels kind of good. “Aren’t there cameras in here?”

“Probably not.”

“What if someone hears?”

“You won’t be making much noise.” He releases my wrists with one hand and uses it to unbuckle his belt. “On your knees.”

I stare at him, heart racing into my throat. “Are you kidding?”

“I’m going to fuck that pretty, filthy mouth of yours. That’s your punishment, baby.”

Oh,shit.

That’s one hell of a proposition.

Before I can reply, he buries my mouth with his. It’s a searing kiss, all heat and domination. His tongue laps mine and invades my space, and fuck, he tastes good. Whiskey sweet and minty.

I drop to my knees. The tile is hard and cool. He holds my wrists above my head with one big hand, and the other tugs down his pants and his briefs until his cock springs free.

“Arsen,” I say, brain buzzing with how badly I want his cock in my mouth right now.

“Open. Now.”

I do as he commands. He grips the base of his shaft and slides his tip between my lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans as I suck him and swirl my tongue around. I lick his precum, letting its salty taste coat my tongue. “You look so fucking good down there.” He pushes himself deeper into my mouth and I nearly gag. He pulls back and does it again, and again, slowly fucking my lips.

Spit rolls down his shaft. I’m not exactly dignified down here. But there’s something exciting about how filthy I am letting him fuck my face in an abandoned post office. His cock goes deeper and I’m choking and slurping him, sucking nice and hard, and his groans of bliss drive me absolutely wild.

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