Page 613 of Flirting with Darkness

Unfortunately, once she pulled him inside the furthest cubicle and closed the mirrored door behind them, new clothing was the last thing on his mind.

He stared at her ass again as she hung up clothes on hooks in the door. When she turned around, he wrapped his hands around her from the front and yanked her against him.

That time, he didn’t much give a damn where they were.

Apparently, she didn’t, either.

When he kissed her, she kissed him back, parting her lips as soon as he coaxed her with his tongue.

He was fumbling with the front of his pants then, fighting to get them open, and she laughed, unbuckling the leather belt she wore and gliding out of those tight, dark-blue pants.

Seconds later, she was naked from the waist down.

“Fuck,” he said, staring at her.

She pushed him backwards, then down, so that he was seated on the padded bench in the small room filled with mirrors.

He started to pull her to him. He wanted her on his lap. He desperately wanted her on his cock. He stared at her naked sex with a lust he didn’t try to hide.

“God,” he managed, when she knelt before him. “If you do that, I won’t last.”

“You’ll just have to come twice then,” she informed him.

He didn’t know the word she used precisely, but he knew what she meant.

Unfortunately, her saying that to him did nothing at all to help calm him.

When she took his cock in her mouth, he lost control entirely.

His fingers tightened violently in her hair.

He pulled her off him a few seconds later, half-gasping, his jaw clenched to keep his voice and throat mostly silent. He gripped her around the waist once she began to rise. Turning with her, he threw her down under him on the bench. He didn’t wait but climbed over her. He positioned his cock with an urgency that made him light-headed.

“God,” he murmured, looking down at her.

He met her gaze, and the want grew animal.

When he entered her, she bit her lip.

When he arched all the way in, she let out a heavy moan.

He clamped a hand over her mouth, angling into her harder. He watched as her eyes closed, as pain and pleasure mixed in her expression.

He threw himself into her again, fighting not to cry out.

Her back arched. She wrapped her legs around him, and he forced himself to stop.

He hung over her, panting, fighting to breathe.

Her fingers kneaded his back, and he broke out in a sweat, angling into her again, and she gyrated her hips under him… and God Almighty, it felt so good he nearly climaxed, right then.

He stopped her again, gripping her hips in his hands.

Both of them hung there that time. Both of them panted.

When he didn’t move after a few seconds more, he saw pain cross her expression.

Or maybe it was frustration.

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