Page 25 of Kiss and Makeup
Right then, finally, it occurred to me that we were in my parents’ company building, lying naked in a filming room with the door wide open. “Kristen—” All of that vanished from my mind, forgotten completely when Kristen’s hand started a steady rhythm around my length. “Kristen,” I breathed, and this time it was a gasp of lust and plea.
She took me and guided me toward her entrance. Her nails rasped against my beard and she held my head in place, sucking my bottom lip into her mouth.
Slowly, I sunk into her. The sticky leather surface of the couch held her hips still as she moaned. She didn’t need to be quiet. I wanted her to gasp and moan, show me how good I felt inside her, scream my name—
Company building. Open room. Forbidden sex….
The urgency was back. My hips worked as I thrust into her faster and faster. Hands dug into my thighs so she could meet me halfway, pulling me deeper inside her.
I felt it coming. Pleasure built inside of me so fast that I knew I wouldn’t be able to help but make a sound when—
Every muscle in my body seized and I buried my teeth in my own arm to tone down the volume as I came. My eyes unfocused or rolled up or just lost the ability to see for a moment, because when I opened them, I was lying on top of Kristen and gasping for breath.
A sound echoed somewhere outside the room.
We were up in a flash, retrieving clothes and getting dressed in a panic that had us both laughing despite the danger of getting caught.
Fully clothed and with Kristen’s hair only slightly ruffled, we emerged together. “I have to get going,” Kristen told me, adjusting her black hair tie. “I need to pick up Emma in a few minutes.”
“Hey,” I called after her. She half-turned quizzically. “I’ll make it up to you next time.”
Her devious smile told me she knew exactly what I meant—and approved.
