Page 73 of What About Love

He pressed his thumb against the employee only access door and slammed through it. As it banged shut behind him, Angie stirred. She pressed her lips against his throat in an open-mouthed kiss. The wet lick of her tongue along his skin, moving upward to his ear where she latched onto his earlobe and proceeded to nibble was simply too much.

Unable to resist any longer, he let her feet drop to the floor. Coming close to slamming her against the wall, he pressed his hard body into her softness, hating his leather pants and the cotton T-shirt that prevented him from feeling her bare skin against his. All the same, it was exhilarating feeling her curves against him.

Her lips opened under his and her hands, free to wander for the first time tonight, wound in his hair as he kissed her. His hips thrust forward, his leather-constrained cock nudging against her belly. It wasn’t nearly enough. With his hands beneath her ass, he lifted her until they were eye to eye, chest to chest, cock to pussy. As natural as if he took her against the wall every day, she wound her long legs around his hips and ground her heat hungrily against his distended fly.

“T,” she breathed as she writhed against him. “I need you inside me. I feel empty.”

He imagined so. Not being a woman, he didn’t know the primal need to be filled, but she’d experienced everything except that in the long, torturous carousel hour. His cock yearned to assuage her desire, as well as his own.

“Take me, sir. Please.”

He shouldn’t. He couldn’t.

Ignoring her request, he dropped his head to her shoulder. Bad idea. Now the sweet scent of her hair, of warm violets and ginger, filled his lungs with every breath. She wriggled frantically in his arms, her hand finding his zipper.

Her lips grazed his ear as she breathed, “Please, fuck me.”

Her plea ended with the gentle nip of her teeth on the side of his neck.

You can’t,a voice inside him warned, but his control was gone. He had one last lucid thought and took care of protection. Then, with a quickness borne of hunger, he thrust inside her.

Hot, tight heaven surrounded him. He groaned, his need to take and claim rising like a tide deep within him as if from his very toes.

Her teeth released him, and her ardent moans filled the empty corridor. He plunged relentlessly, taking what she freely gave, possessing her fully, and driving them both inexorably to the peak of breathtaking passion.

T came with a shout, his cry of joy a profound release as vitality spirited through him. Hazily, he thought,so this is what has been missing,but the elusive notion was quickly quashed, his body shuddering as he spent inside her.

Angie trembled against him. He heard her answering cries of pleasure, and then the softer, breathy words so much like his own. “Now I know what was missing.” When she added, “I love you, T.” Her declaration was like a knife to the gut.

He stilled, unable to give back those words.

Dammit. He’d told her more than once he didn’t have it in him. In that moment, he realized he was wrong. He felt strongly for her, his actions these past few weeks proving the intensity of those feelings; he was simply unwilling to risk opening his heart again.

Regret in an icy-cold wave washed over him. As if he hadn’t heard, he said nothing. But when silent seconds ticked by and she tensed against him, he was certain she knew he had.

“Please, put me down.”

He released her legs, letting her slide down his body until her feet touched the floor.

“Darlin’—”

“We need to get back. He may be looking for me.”

“Let’s take a moment first.”

“Unnecessary.” One word, in a voice throaty and strained was clearly all she intended.

“Angie...”

“The women all went to the lounge with their doms for a drink, after. We should, too.” Head down, she pressed against the wall, physically pulling away, trying to focus on work as if she wasn’t standing naked in front of him.

“We should talk about what happened here.”

“What’s the point?” In a hushed voice, she admitted, “I asked you to fuck me. You did, and I’d rather not get into it further.”

He barely kept from flinching at the bluntness of her words. “Can’t you look at me, darlin’?”

She didn’t.

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