Page 28 of Crown of Smoke

"Occupied!" Flynn's growl carries enough menace to send whoever it is scurrying away.

"Someone could walk in," I gasp, even as my body arches into his touch.

"Let them try." His voice is dark, possessive. His hands mold over my dress-covered breasts, making me wish we were somewhere else and naked. His thumbs circle my nipples, forcing a moan from me.

His mouth captures mine again, hungry and demanding. My hands roam his bare chest, tracing the ink decorating his skin. He's still slick with sweat from the fight, muscles rippling under my fingertips.

"Tell me you want this," he breathes against my lips as his body rocks into me again.

"Yes,” I respond on a harsh breath.

Another knock at the door sends adrenaline racing through my veins. The threat of discovery only heightens every sensation as Flynn moves in and out of me, his hands roaming over me.

"Please," I whimper, not sure if I'm begging him to stop or keep going.

My cheeks burn at another loud knock on the door, but Flynn’s touch erases any coherent thought. He drives in, harder, faster. I bite my lip, trying to stay quiet as pleasure builds.

"Open up in there!" a gruff voice calls from outside.

The forbidden thrill of getting caught sends electricity racing through my veins. My head falls back against the wall as each stroke brings me closer to the edge.

More pounding at the door. Heavy footsteps in the hall. Flynn’s mouth captures mine, swallowing my moans as I rush closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh, God.” My fingers dig into his shoulders. The world narrows to his touch, the heat of his skin, the way his muscles flex under my hands. Even the angry voices outside fade away as pleasure crashes over me in waves.

"That's it," he growls against my neck. "Let go for me." He thrusts in, grinds against me, filling me with warmth as his own release overtakes him.

He holds me steady as I come down, his lips brushing soft kisses along my jaw. My heart races, partly from the orgasm, partly from the knowledge that we could be discovered any second.

I've never done anything like this before. I'm always the careful one, the planner, the one who thinks everything through. Sure, sometimes things happen that I don’t anticipate, but I’m usually sensible. Why does Flynn make me want to throw that all out the window?

My legs still feel wobbly as we slip out of the bathroom stall. I smooth down my skirt, trying to tame my disheveled appearance while avoiding eye contact with him.

“Ready?” Flynn asks, a mischievous smile on his face as he reaches to undo the lock on the bathroom door.

I’m already mortified, but what can I do? It’s not like we can stay here until everyone leaves the warehouse. Can we?

He flips the lock and opens the door, putting his arm around me as we exit. A petite redhead stands by the door, arms crossed and foot tapping. Her eyes widen as she takes in Flynn's shirtless state, his boxing shorts riding low on his hips. Heat floods my cheeks as understanding dawns on her face.

"About time," she mutters, pushing past us into the bathroom.

I want to sink through the floor, but Flynn just chuckles. He tugs me closer against his side. The casual possessiveness of the gesture makes my pulse jump.

"Looks like we had an audience waiting." He drops a kiss on my neck, right where anyone can see. "Hope we didn't keep them waiting too long."

"Oh, my God, stop." I bury my burning face in his chest, his skin still warm, slightly damp with sweat. "This is mortifying."

"Why? Because they know I just made you come?" His voice carries down the hall, making me cringe. A couple of guys walking past shoot us knowing grins.

"Flynn!" I smack his chest, but he catches my hand, bringing it to his lips.

"I like seeing you blush." His teeth graze my knuckles. The predatory glint in his eyes sends heat pooling low in my belly again. "Makes me wonder what other ways I can make you turn this pretty shade of pink."

The raw sexuality in his voice makes me shiver despite my embarrassment. There's something intoxicating about his boldness, the way he claims me so openly.

“I need to change. Wait here, okay?” He settles me near the exit. “Stay out of trouble, would ya?” He winks.

I smirk but do as he asks. My head is still reeling from what just happened. When I headed to the bathroom, sex was the last thing on my mind. I was feeling nauseous watching Flynn and the others beat each other to a pulp. I still didn’t know what happened to the first guy who was beaten unconscious.

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