Page 22 of Grit & Glamour

“You don’t need to,” I tell him, bringing my legs up onto the desk and crossing them, stretched out away from Theo and I, as I lean in to talk.

“Easy for you to say. Say it again, come on,” he pleads in a light, playful tone, he offers the joint out, holding it to my lips for me as I take a toke. I breathe it out slowly, enjoying the moment.

“Problematic,” I repeat, trying not to cringe from the full amount of attention he’s paying to me.

“Problematic,” he imitates, attempting to do my voice. My jaw drops in fake outrage.

“I totally don’t sound like that,” I tell him, deliberately playing up the spoilt rich girl in my voice.

“Oh, you totally do,” he teases. I suddenly realise how close we’ve gotten and pull back a little, snagging the joint back from him, frowning when I notice it’s nearly finished. “Are you going to steal my last hit?” he asks me, his turn for fake outrage. I flash him a grin, before putting it to my lips. I breathe in, and before I can exhale, Theo’s lips are over mine. My mouth opens a little from shock, and he breaths in, stealing the smoke. He leans back and exhales slowly after a couple of seconds, smirking once he’s done.

“You sneak!” I accuse, and he kisses me again.

I kiss him back without thought, my hands sliding over his arms as he wraps them around me. He moves, standing at the edge of the desk. He tugs me towards him, and then leans down to kiss me again. I swear this guy could kiss a woman senseless. We’d kissed once when I was sixteen. But that was before. I didn’t want anything more then, but I most definitely do now. So long as there are no strings.

“This can’t be anything more,” I tell him between kisses. He grunts a sound of agreement, before silencing my lips again with his. My hands rush down to his jeans, unbuttoning them in a flash. Following my lead, he pulls off my shirt, throwing it across the room without a care for where it lands.

“It would be too complicated. I’m not sticking around once this mess is sorted,” I continue, when he steps back to look at me appreciatively. He trails soft fingertips down over my shoulder, before going back up to slowly tug down my bra strap on his next descent, he does the same with the other side, before reaching behind my back and unclipping it. I tug it the rest of the way off, dropping the bra onto the floor, to be forgotten along with my shirt.

“Way too complicated,” he agrees, before pulling his own shirt off, and then I’m distracted from pesky things like thoughts, or listening to whatever he was saying. I pull him close, bringing his head down to mine so our lips can meet.

I hold him close, wrapping my legs around his waist, and moving my body against him through our remaining clothes, making it clear what I’m after. I mean, it is my birthday. I pause for a second, caught off guard.

It’s my birthday.

One had told me my birthday was a day away, and I’d slept since then. I’d lost most of a day in the middle of everything, and now I’m officially eighteen

“What’s up?” Theo asks, pausing too to see if I’m okay. I smile at him.

“I was just thinking that it’s my birthday, and despite everything else, I really want to have fun on my birthday,” I say slowly, reaching up and running my hand over his short, but thick, dark hair, feeling the texture under my skin. “Will you help me have some fun?” I ask, practically batting my lashes. Not that it’s at all needed from what I can feel pressed against me.

“Even if it wasn’t your birthday, I’d still help.” He smiles again, a wide smile that shows off his damned perfect, white teeth. One thing Theo had been blessed with, despite his circumstance, is good looks. As long as I’ve known him he’s been attractive.

“Such a gentleman,” I joke, resting my thumbs on the edges off his jeans, before pushing them slowly downwards. As they hit the floor, I pause, realising we’ve forgotten something. “Have you got anything?” I ask, and he frowns for a second until it clicks.

“Uh, shit, no. Do you?” he asks.

“When I was kidnapped by assassins, for some reason I didn’t think to pack any.” I laugh, although I feel the tiniest bit bitter at missing out. I go to grab my shirt, when Theo presses his hand lightly on my chest and pushes me back down onto the desk, until I’m flat on my back. He tugs off my shoes, followed by my thick, black leggings. “Did you miss the part where we can’t have sex?” I ask him, a little bemused by his efforts to continue to undress me.

“Maybe not, but I like to think I’m a satisfaction-guaranteed kind of man,” he says in a teasing voice. I’m about to ask what he means, when he moves and presses a kiss to the top of my thigh. With my legs still dangling over the edge of the desk, and only my flimsy underwear keeping him away, I suddenly feel a little exposed. His fingers trail up the outer sides of my legs, up over my thighs and to my hips. As he slides his hands back down again, he tugs off the last of my clothing with them. He places them on the desk, rather than throwing them across the room, and I’m grateful to know I won’t have to wander around naked looking for my damn underwear.

His hot breath whispers between my legs as he settles there, resting one hand on my waist, and the other at my thigh. After a moment that drags, anticipation pooling in my stomach, he moves his hand. His thumb quickly finds its mark, as he brushes it over my flesh, moving it in slow, but precise motions. I push back into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips. His hand moves down, and where his thumb was before, I feel his tongue instead. I shudder, almost overwhelmed as begins to pleasure me.

“Fuck,” I hiss in a mixture of pleasure and pain when he nips me with this teeth. Just hard enough to make sure I’d actually feel it. Pleasant tingles swim through my body. I feel a pressure building as my hands move over his head, holding him in place as he continues to move his tongue against me. My breath quickens as one of his fingers moves inside of me, quickly followed by another.

He continues the motions with his two fingers, slowly and steadily picking up pace, as he continues to please my clit with his tongue. He switches up the motions, feeling for my reactions, and repeating the ones that work the best. I moan, having to throw one arm over my face to cover my mouth as I do, the sound of pleasure louder than the last. The last thing we need is someone on another floor hearing us and coming to see what’s going on in here.

The continued, and steady pleasure continues to build as his hand tightens on my waist, holding me in place. He puts more pressure behind the flicks of his tongue, and moves his fingers faster, suddenly so much more urgency in his touch. Illicit sounds escape my lips as I feel a wave of pleasure rush through my entire being. I think maybe even his name is a part of the jumble of sound. He pulls away, leaving me feeling satisfied, but a little cold lying naked on a hard desk.

I hear a cough, my head turns to the side. My eyes widen as I spot the receptionist standing in the doorway, staring at us both in shock. I grab my clothes and underwear, pulling them on in a dazed rush as I notice Theo doing the same. She stands there silently watching us. It’s more than a little creepy. Frowning, I give up on finding my bra. I can’t seem to find it no matter where I look. How the hell do you lose a bra in an empty room?

Mostly dressed, but panting for breath, I turn back to the woman.

“Did you find what you were looking for?” she asks, shooting me a very judgemental look.

“We did, thanks so much,” Theo answers cheerily for me, grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the room quickly before she can object. We rush to the lift, me on slightly unsteady legs, despite the panic from getting caught keeping me moving.

“How long was she standing there do you think?” I ask casually, pressing the button for the ground floor and praying that the lift doors would close before she could join us in here. Which thankfully, they do.

“About the time you started screaming my name, I think,” he answers playfully, as he presses me against the side of the lift, and traps me there with his own body.

“At least she got the big finish of the show,” I murmur back. He smiles at my words, before moving to steal another kiss, keeping his lips over mine the entire way down.

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