Page 123 of The Code of You

She nodded at us. I forced a smile while Neo picked up the pace. My knees went soft.

"So wet,” he breathed. "In the middle of a museum. Anyone paying attention could tell.”

I closed my eyes. My lips parted. A small sound escaped before I could stop it.

"We’re leaving,” he said. And pulled his hand away.

"What?”

"Now.” His fingers closed around mine.

The screen in the corner flickered again, then it threw sparks. An alarm beeped somewhere.

"Let’s go.” Just a command now.

I stumbled after him. The crowd parted. No one looked at us. No one knew what we were. Everyone was watching the sparks.

"Where are we going?” I managed.

"Somewhere I can destroy you.”

My stomach dropped.

He turned into a narrow corridor. Concrete. Fluorescent light stuttered overhead.

"Neo . . .”

"Back there.” He pulled me behind a gate. The corridor smelled like dust and old machines. The air was cool and heavy. We stopped in front of a door with peeling paint.

"Here.” He pushed it open.

A bare room. Raw concrete. Old equipment. A console, thick cables running up the wall. Some kind of archive chamber.

"What are we doing in here?” I asked.

He stepped inside and turned to face me. His chest rose and fell hard. "I want to show you what I do to you when you make me wait.”

He pulled the door shut. It fell into the lock with a dull click. We were alone. There was nothing but our breathing and the dark between the machines.

"But, Neo . . .” I started.

He was on me before I could finish. His hands found my face, pulled me to him, and his mouth pressed against mine with a desperation that frightened me.

"Too long,” he breathed. "Way too long.” His hands were under my skirt. Every touch felt charged.

"Neo . . .” I gasped and tried to speak, but he kissed me again. My body lit up.

"You have no idea,” he said, pushing my skirt up. "No idea what you do to me.”

He pressed me back against the wall. The metal edges of old machinery dug into my spine. I didn’t care.

"Since the supermarket,” he said roughly. "I couldn’t think about anything else but fucking you.”

His fingers pushed away my panties and rubbed my clit. I gasped, the sound echoing in the small room. He pressed me harder into the concrete, his other hand wrapping around my throat.

"You just left me standing there,” he growled. "My cock was hard for hours afterward. I thought I was going to lose my mind.”

"Neo, I . . .”