“I’m all yours,” I whispered breathlessly.
On my word he lifted me up and nestled me down onto the hard length of his cock.
I wrapped my legs around him when he plunged into my pussy and started moving inside me.
A tortured moan fell from my lips when he sped up his pace, moving from slow to fast and faster. Faster became pounding, then fucking.
It was different, each part was different with its own wild excitement.
This part had a raw animalistic presence that rippled from him to me. It intensified when he pressed me into the wall and angled me so he could fuck me harder.
Shit! Another orgasm was coming. It roiled low in my groin and worked its way up like a volcano waiting to erupt.
I gritted my teeth but that did nothing to stop me from gasping a desperate breath that carried a pleasure-filled moan on the edge of it.
If anyone walked in they would hear me.
God, they would hear me.
Then what?
He must have seen the worry fill my face because he cupped my face and kissed me while he continued to move inside me.
I kissed him back and moved with him.
My lips on his muffled the sound of my last cry but he wasn’t finished yet.
I held him tight as he continued to move inside me with those rough hard strokes that rocked my body, severing me from reality.
When he sped up again and started pounding harder I knew his climax was near. We’d done this enough times for me to know his body too.
I was right. His grip tightened on me and he started jackhammering, jackhammering to his release that blew into me like a hurricane.
It was so powerful that it sucked the energy from me.
Xander then held me to him, held me close against the corded muscles of his chest while our breathing stilled. I ran my fingers over the eagle tattooed on his chest, loving the feel of his skin against my fingertips.
I couldn’t imagine that I wasn’t allowed to be with him, and damn it, as soon as I thought it my office door opened.
My whole being tensed right up, it tensed up and stayed tense as footsteps sounded against the concrete floor.
Jesus please, don’t let whoever that was open the closet door.
Please, no.
There were two people, two distinct sets of footsteps.
Xander held me against his chest, held me tight and it was the first time he’d ever looked worried. Worried though not for himself, but for me. It was weird considering it was him they’d kill if they caught him with me like this.
“She would have come this way. Saw her on camera.” That was Pa. The worst person who could catch us like this. As if the last time when he walked in on me in bed with Xander wasn’t bad enough.
That was embarrassing and a step too far.
This however, was life or death. I’d been warned and this would be my fault.
If he died it would be my fault.
“Maybe she went upstairs to the coffeehouse.” That was Vinny.
