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Something flashes in her eyes, although I can’t quite pinpoint what, and as I step backward, untangling myself from her, the pit of my stomach swells with fucking need.
“You aren’t getting off that easily,” she says, and I realize now that the look in her eyes is her own growing desire. The pretty blue hues darken as she closes the distance between us that I’ve created to keep my sanity. “Why do you think I wanted to get here early, Sam?” She bites down on her bottom lip and every single ounce of my self-control dissipates.
I grip her ass and pick her up easily, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
“Shoot,” she says, panic overtaking her features. “Cameras. I didn’t think about the cameras. There’s two pointing back at this field.”
I smile as I plant a quick kiss on her lips and then gently bite down on the bottom one, softly tugging it.
“How bad do you want this right now, Ms. Heart?” I ask, hoping to fucking god that she wants it as bad as I do, because I have an idea.
She grins and I have my answer.
“It won’t win any awards for the sexiest place to show you how badly I need you right now, but it’ll definitely be the most scandalous.” I set her down, begrudgingly, and lead her toward the one place I think we could get away with all of the dirty things I want to do with her.
SEVEN
LUCY
The janitor closet.
Prior to Sam, I would have found this incredibly un-sexy.
With Sam, it’s making me feel all types of ways…
This is dangerous. So freaking dangerous.
Knowing any person could come in at any time, especially the janitor on duty for the weekend, for some reason just takes this entire thing up a notch. This isn’t me. I firmly believe that the me who walked into that teacher’s lounge before introducing myself to him is not the me who is being pulled inside a small supply closet.
But I’m not going to lie…I think I like the reckless version better.
“Not many places considering where we’re at,” he grits out as he yanks his shirt over his head, exposing endless abs and a beautiful chest piece tattoo.
I gasp, unsure if it was out loud or only in my head, but I don’t care at this point.
The man is like a freaking Greek god.
And I will gladly allow him to pull me into a closet and devour me.
“I could care less as long as you keep doing that,” I tell him, referring to the way he’s peppering quick kisses and alternating between nipping and sucking at the tender flesh on my neck. He lets out a moan as I move to unbutton my jeans but he promptly stops my hand.
“You sure about this?” he asks, and I nod. “Definitely need words right now, Ms. Heart. Give me words,” he coaxes.
“I’m sure,” I say, and then tease him with, “What are you waiting for?”
The next thing I know, he’s unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my thighs as he kisses down my body. When the only piece of fabric separating the two of us is my small red thong, he looks at me and I nod again.
My jeans are around my ankles, and as I step out of them, he moves the fabric to the side and drops to his knees in front of me. I’ve always been a confident woman but I’ve never been in a small, dimly lit closet with a semi-stranger before. For some reason, though, I’m not getting stuck in my head. Maybe it’s how desperately I want the man kneeling in front of me, maybe it’s because it’s been so long since someone has looked at me with pure, unabashed need in his eyes, I don’t know.
I run my nails over his scalp before settling my hand on the back of his head, feeling like some sort of powerful seductress, and just as I tug him a little closer to me, he slides two fingers inside of my already dripping pussy.
“My, my, my, Ms. Heart.” He starts to slide his fingers in and out of me in an ungodly rhythm as I suck whimper. “All this for me?”
I nod as my head rocks back, the feeling of his fingers coaxing my most sensitive spot almost too much to handle. He pumps faster as he kisses along my thigh, and I realize I’m going to spiral over the edge if this man doesn’t get inside of me.
It’s been way too long, and Sam Blackwell is too much to handle after such a dry spell.
“Sam,” I moan out as he brings his other hand up and starts to circle my clit with his index finger. “Fuck, Sam. Please…”
