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He pulls me in roughly as he increases his pace, our bodies pressed together, the speed and friction making me moan. Will covers my mouth in a kiss, and I remember I’m supposed to be quiet—that anyone could swing by their office and catch us, that he could lose his job. It makes me feel like a goddess that he wants me that bad, that he’d put everything on the line to be inside me.
I come, clawing at his back, arching and biting my lip to keep from screaming. Will leaves a trail of butterfly kisses on my neck, down my breasts, takes a mouthful and bites slightly. I jerk wildly until I’m hovering above the desk, and it feels like I’m flying.
I’m still coming when the fire alarm goes off.
And there’s no better way to kill the mood.
My eyes shoot open and I fall back on the desk as Will abruptly steps back and pulls out. His pants are coming up his legs a second later, buttoning, his shirt snatched off the floor.
“Shit,” he says. “Get dressed—someone must have pulled the fire alarm, what if they know…”
He races to his briefcase and tosses his laptop in it, scrubbing his hand over his hair. I’m a bit slower to react, getting off the desk on shaky legs. I didn’t think this through; there’s definitely a wet spot on my skirt, I don’t have any underwear, I’m a mess. I don’t even bother putting on my bra, opting to stuff it in my backpack instead.
“You can go first,” he says. “Don’t want anyone knowing we were—”
Something explodes outside, loud enough that we can hear it over the fire alarm. It even rattles the window, and then a glowing orange light spills in from outside.
There’s actually a fire.
An explosion.
I get up from the desk and look out the window. The first thing I see is a fire outside in the quad, another one in a cypress tree on the lake, and another farther out, in the city proper. Something is very, very wrong, but I can’t make sense of it through the haze of orgasms and the unreality of it all.
My head cocks when I see something floating on the horizon—a helicopter, maybe? No…it hovers in front of the moon, an upside-down triangle made of shadow. I squint at it and make out details—a human body, wings spread wide, twin coals glowing where its eyes should be.
I stumble back.
“What the hell?” Will says from behind me.
It’s the last thing I hear before the window shatters.
The world explodes into light.
And the Angels come to punish us for our sins.
