Page 31 of Caught Up

Igasped as Junior’s facepressed against my lower back. His hands gripped my thighs, fingers digging in. I’d told him to grovel, looking for an easy way out of this situation, expecting him to bolt, but instead, he’d fallen to the ground behind me.

I was half tempted to turn around just to see such a thing—I doubted Junior hadeversupplicated himself for someone like this before—but it would put his face far too close to my pussy for my current state of mind. No, it was better to stay flattened against the cement wall, the chilly surface cooling my feverish skin, anchoring my last shred of sanity. And it had to be mylastshred after the way I’d led him on a merry (more like horny) little chase to this back stairway.

What the hell was I thinking tonight? I was lucky my choices had ended with him on his knees behind me and not me cut up into pieces in a dumpster out back. Okay, maybe my more hysterical brain cells had formed that last thought, but mydecision-makingthus far had beenquestionableat best. Still, all wasn’t lost. There was time to turn this bus around and start making smart choices, and that was exactly what I planned to do as soon as I gathered the willpower. And by gathered the willpower, I meant muzzled my lust. I was so turned on right now that if I turned to leave, I’d probably end up humping his face instead.

It would be so easy; he wasright therebehind me.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, sounding like he actually meant it. “I’m so fucking sorry, Lauren, and I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Please, let me make it up to you.”

Oh, god. Why was the sound of a man debasing himself so fucking hot? It didn’t help that his voice had gone low and gravelly, his accent thickening, tone deliciously rough.

He rubbed his face against my dress and dragged his fingers down my thighs. My knees trembled. I was too turned on for this, didn’t trust myself to be the strong, independent woman I knew I was. There was a gorgeous man on the ground behind me, literallybeggingto make me feel good, and I could feel the feminism leaving my body as the urge to give in to him rose.

I must have been losing it. He hadjustconfessed to ruining Kelly’s life and breaking nearly every bone in our principal’s body, and yet I was a split second away from rubbing my ass into him and telling him he could make it up to me by getting me off right here on this landing, where anyone could find us.

That thought sent my heart into a full gallop. I did like it when people watched...

“Please,” Junior repeated, his hands shifting direction, moving higher. “Please, Lo. I’ll do anything.”

His voice was raw,rough, like he might break if I told him no. I hadn’t felt this powerful in years, like I held his fate in my hands and all it would take was one word to either ruin or redeem him.

My breathing hitched as his hands slid beneath the hem of my dress, stroking up, up, all the way to my hips.

“Fuck,” he ground out. “Are you bare beneath this dress right now?”

“Yes,” I whispered into the concrete.

His forehead hit my low back, and he let out a pained sound. “That whole time you were sitting beside me with only this flimsy fabric covering you?”

I didn’t respond. The answer was obvious.

“Let me touch you, Lo,” he said, fingers sliding back down my waist. “Please let me touch you. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

It felt like time slowed as I went to war with myself. This man had nearly ruined my life, had probably stalked me, definitely hurt people on my behalf, and done god knew what else to others. It would feel sogoodto say no. To ruin him like he had ruined me. But I was toosoft-heartedfor it, too fair. I couldn’t bring myself to hurt Junior right now, not after the way he’d groveled. That couldn’t have been easy for a man like him, with so much pride and ego. And yet he’d done it.

For me.

Because I’d asked him to.

Praying I wasn’t about to make a huge mistake, I spread my legs. “Touch me.”

He groaned and sent both hands straight to my pussy. One set of fingers landed on my clit while two more from the other slipped just inside my entrance, andoh, fuck, who had taught him how to do this? Gone were the searching, experimental touches I remembered from my youth. Junior was a man now, with a man’s desires and a man’s knowledge, and I didn’t know if he was justthat goodat what he was doing or if the taboo nature of this encounter was what was pushing me toward the edge so quickly.

He shifted the angle of his hand, and a burst of heady pleasure rushed through my core. Oh, god. Oh, fuck. I was already clenching around him.Junior Troccihad his fingersknuckle-deepinside me, and I was about three seconds away from coming all over them.

My thighs trembled. I squeezed my eyes closed as a shudder wracked my body. The fingers stimulating my clit moved faster, the ones inside me pumped deeper, and before I knew what was happening, I was gasping, shaking, coming with such intensity that the noises I made were borderline feral.

Oh, god,oh, god¸ it felt good. Better than anything in recent memory, and I’d comea lotin that time. I almost felt betrayed by my own body, that Junior was the one to trigger such a strong reaction. It was unexpected,overwhelming, and it didn’t help that I’d never come so fast in my goddamn life.

My knees turned to liquid beneath me.

Junior guided me down into his lap with one hand, the fingers of his other one still buried in my pussy. “I want to feel every last quiver,” he said, doingsomethinginside me that triggered a small aftershock of bliss.

I squirmed on him, grinding against his palm to drag the pleasure out. Holy shit.

“I still don’t forgive you,” I said, sounding far more breathy than I intended.

His lips dropped to my shoulder, and the bastard had the indecency to chuckle. “Then I guess I’ll have to keep apologizing.” The fingers inside me hooked forward, and his thumb went to my clit. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. His other hand lifted to my breasts, spread wide so he could rub both nipples simultaneously. “I’m sorry.”

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