Page 91 of Not Safe for Work

“Shhh,” he says, but I can tell he’s laughing.

“You wanted to get caught,” I mumble against his fingers.

“No, I just wanted the thrill of maybe getting caught,” he says, voice rough as he grips my hip harder.

“You like it when I’m loud,” I argue.

“Tris, stop talking. I’m trying to get you off.”

Whatever I was about to respond with dissipates as he slides a hand between my legs and continues driving into me. I muffle my cry in the crook of my elbow as I break apart on the crest of an insane vision-blurring orgasm. Rafe bands an arm around my waist, continuing his frantic pace until he groans into the back of my neck and follows me over the edge.

We remain locked together as we catch our breath. I look over my shoulder, and Rafe covers my mouth with his with a kiss so deep that my knees buckle.

A whistle shrieks through the walls, immediately followed by the sound of moving chairs and a hundred voices.

“I think they’re taking a break,” I whisper.

“Shit, they’re really loud. How thin do you think these walls are?”

I burst out laughing and cover my mouth with both hands. Rafe is tugging up my underwear and smoothing my skirt over my hips before he tucks himself into his pants and zips up. I spin around, wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him as his hands slide down my backside.

“That was insane,” he says, dropping his forehead to mine.

I nod and he gives me a crooked grin, brightness reflecting in his eyes.

The muffled thunder of chatter signals that this morning’s session has ended. We open the door to find a stream of people heading for the bathrooms at the end of the hall. I step out and come face-to-face with Andy.

“Hi!” he says brightly. “I texted you…”

His voice drops off as Rafe appears behind me. I watch him catalog our current state. Hair mussed. Faces flushed. Clothing askew. Only a fool couldn’t put two and two together.

“Hey,” I say, matching his cheeriness with an inward cringe, hoping to deflect his thoughts to anywhere but what Rafe and I were just doing. “Sorry about that! I went to bed early last night. Lunchtime?”

He narrows his eyes, and it takes all my willpower not to roll mine. Does he really think I owe him a damn thing?

“Yeah, lunchtime,” he says after a moment.

Rafe wraps his arm around my waist in an entirely unnecessary show of possessiveness. I hate that I kind of like it. But instead of leaning into it, I lightly elbow him in the stomach and then roll my eyes at him instead. I duck past Andy, adjusting my skirt as my cheeks flame.

“Gotta go to the bathroom,” I say with a wave and, like the adult I am, run away.

A few minutes later, I’m standing at the mirror attempting to smooth out my hair and splashing a bit of cold water on my cheeks. It’s then I notice a poster taped to the wall advertising a massive dessert buffet in one of the hotel’s restaurants happening tomorrow.

While snapping a photo, I see Lan emerge from a stall. She passes behind me and starts washing her hands, giving me a sly smile in the mirror.

“Hi,” I say.

“How’d you enjoy the session?” she asks, tucking a black strand of hair behind her ear.

“It was… fine?”

She bursts out laughing.

“I saw you leaving right after a certain tall, dark, and handsome someone else left.”

She blinks, her lips pressed together like she’s trying to contain a smile.

“Did you hear us?” I ask, my cheeks turning red again.