Page 46 of His Every Move

Benji choked on a groan, his body going taut as his cock throbbed against my tongue. He came with a sharp exhale, spilling hot and thick down my throat. I swallowed greedily, sucking him through it until he finally tugged me off with a shaky breath.

“Fuck, Eli.” He laughed, still breathless. I got back up to my feet and kissed him, knowing he could taste himself. He broke from the kiss with a chesty moan, his hands cupping the sides of my face. “That was?—”

The sound of a sudden commotion outside cut him off.

The loud chatter of the crowd had shifted—people were murmuring now, voices laced with confusion. Then, without warning, a bright white light started flashing through the bathroom.

I looked to Benji. “What the fuck?” My stomach dropped. That wasn’t normal.

I wiped my lips as Benji adjusted his jeans. We barely had time to compose ourselves before a voice came over the loudspeaker:

“Ladies and gentlemen, we need to ask everyone to remain calm. Authorities are investigating a situation. Please stay in your seats.”

Shit.

Talk about a mood killer.

Benji’s whole demeanor changed in an instant, his usual easy confidence sharpened into something deadly serious. His eyes flickered to mine, questioning. The spicy moment we’d just shared quickly became overshadowed by a sinking feeling of dread in my gut.

“We need to go back out there,” he murmured, already pushing the door open.

The moment we stepped into the main lobby, the tension was thick. People were huddled in groups, glancing around, whispering. Then I saw them—police officers moving in from the main entrance.

Benji went still.

“What the fuck is going on?” I whispered. I scanned the crowd when I locked eyes with someone I recognized. My entire body went numb. I immediately turned around and leaned into Benji’s side. “Turn to your left. Guy with the red hat,” I said, squeezing his hand. “I think that’s Damon.”

I could feel Benji go even more tense.

And then I heard someone say it—low, urgent, barely above a whisper.

Bomb threat.

A sharp chill raced through my spine. The entire theater suddenly felt too small, the walls too close. My breath hitched.

Could this be… was it because of me?

Benji’s grip found my wrist, firm, grounding. “Stay with me,” he murmured. His eyes locked onto the nearest exit. Calculating.

People were starting to stir. Nervous energy crackled through the crowd. A few had already pulled out their phones; some appeared to be recording the situation.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” an officer stepped forward and shouted over the growing chaos. “We need to begin an orderly evacuation. Please move toward the nearest exit. Do not run. Do not push.”

But the second the word “evacuation” left his mouth, panic erupted.

Someone bolted for the door. Others started shoving forward, voices rising in frantic urgency.

I grabbed onto Benji’s arm, my pulse hammering. “What do we do?”

He was already moving, his grip tightening on my wrist as he led me toward the side exit, fast but controlled. His entire body thrummed with focus.

“We get the fuck out,” he said, his voice clipped. “Now.”

The crowd was growing more chaotic, tension hitting a breaking point. The officers tried to keep order, but the panic had already taken root.

My heart pounded.

Benji’s fingers squeezed mine.

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