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I slapped his chest. “Yes, I know. That’s why I wanted some time to get my head around things, before we tell people, you dunce.”
“I thought you were ashamed.”
“Ashamed!? Of what? Ashamed of you?” He nodded. “Milton Alfred Carmichael, you are the best person I know.”
He snorted. “Don’t go saying things you’ll want to take back, Chastity.”
“That is one thing I will never want to take back,” I assured him, fingers twisting into his shirt. He really was the best person I knew, and I didn’t see that changing, which was why all of this scared me even more.
We stood there, staring at one another. The tension seeped out of his features, softening the lines of his face, bringing light back to his eyes.
“Well, I guess that means there’s only one thing left to do…” he purred.
“What’s that?”
He leaned in, a wicked glint in his eyes and I anticipated the words just before he said them. “Kiss and make up.”
I started to laugh but it cut off in a gasp as he lifted me up, spun us around and laid me out on the desk before his mouth descended over mine. Electricity erupted across my skin as my legs curled around his hips, hands exploring, tongues tangling. I was dimly aware that we should not be doing this here. Not when Greyson held the keys to our cell and could walk in at any moment. But I didn’t care, not when Mack tasted like heaven and his fingers were biting into my ass and all I wanted was to stay here until we were both limp and satisfied.
He groaned into my mouth as I explored the muscles of his back, my thighs squeezing in an effort to relieve the growing ache in my core. We should stop. We should stop this now, before things went further than they should. I knew it was the right thing to stop and yet my body was not listening to reason. It wanted skin. It wanted Mack mindless.
I pushed a hand past the waistband of his jeans, fingers finding hot, hard flesh and his forehead came down on my shoulder.
“Fuck, Chase.”
22
MACK
“Is this—are you okay?”she asked, her breath ruffling my hair.
“Are you serious?” I panted. “Your hand is on my cock. I’m more than okay.” I was going to black out from sheer sensory overload. The smell of her. The feel of her. The taste of her. The sound of her. The fact she was just as scared as I was, but we were still fucking doing this thing, because the only way was forward. We were in it—together.
I leaned into her, planting one hand on the desk behind her as she popped the button on my jeans to give herself a little more room to move. Fucking hell, her hand felt good, warm and firm without being constricting. She’d barely even done anything yet and I already felt embarrassingly close to coming.
Then she was moving, and all I could do was grip the desk with one hand and her thigh with the other and will myself to remain upright. Her hand moved in even strokes with just enough pressure to make me go cross eyed.
Sweat beaded on my forehead as I focused on not coming like a fucking teenager. I collected my wits enough, through the fog of feeling, to realize that I wanted to be making her come, too. I fumbled with the edge of her skirt, pushing it out of the way as best I could as she sat on the desk and continued to jack me off in the hottest fucking handjob I’d ever experienced.
Greyson would be back, probably sooner rather than later, because there were a lot of people out front and they were two staff members down, but I needed another five minutes. Ten if I wanted to do things right, but I could work with five.
Chase’s legs eased open and, as much as I wanted to be buried inside her, over the clothes was going to have to do. Her moan as soon as I made contact with her clit through her tights sent a shot of heat down my spine, tightening my balls.
Our mouths came together in a messy, desperate kiss as our hands worked each other to the point of madness. The small space was filled with the sounds of us, panting, moaning, needy. I had never wanted to come so badly in my life, while also wanting it to last forever.
“Yes, Mack, there—oh God, there.”
“Here?” I managed to choke out as I circled the spot and her grip tightened.
“Yes.”
“So close, Chase.”
“Me too. Don’t stop,” she panted.
“Fuck.”
“Mack.”
