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“Where is the light?” he whispers.
“There isn’t one.”
“What? Why?” Panic makes his voice crack.
“Because it shorted a week ago along with the air conditioning and Ray is too cheap to get someone in to fix it.”
“What the fuck? Then let’s get out of here.” He turns, as if to walk back up the steps but he doesn’t move.
“The door doesn’t open from the inside,” I sigh.
“What?” he breathes and I hear the panic setting into his voice. “That’s fucking illegal or something. It’s a fire hazard.”
“Yeah? Well, Ray’s not really big on health and safety. That’s why I had the box holding open the door, asshole.” I nudge him in the ribs, or at least I assume it’s his ribs, because I can’t see a thing.
“Jessie. We can’t stay in here. There must be a way out,” he says and the fear in his voice is clearly audible now, as well as the labored sound of his breathing, which grows heavier and faster with each passing second.
Shit. I forgot he’s claustrophobic. He hates the dark or confined spaces. He has done ever since he was kidnapped by the Russians almost two years ago and they kept him locked up in a basement.
“Hey,” I reach out, searching for his face and place my hand on his cheek. “Ray will be here in an hour or so. This room is huge. There’s plenty of air down here. We’re going to be fine.”
“We need to get the fuck out of here,” he snarls as he runs up the steps and pushes against the door. Then I hear him trying to kick it open as his breathing becomes increasingly labored.
“Conor. That’s a fire door. It’s not going to open. Please come back down here and sit with me.”
He ignores me and continues pummeling the door. “Conor,” I shout and he stops. The sound of his footsteps signal him coming back down the wooden stairs. I reach for him as soon as I sense him close to me. Running my hands over his chest, his heart hammers beneath my fingertips as his breathing grows faster and heavier. My own heart races too, but for an entirely different reason.
“Conor. Listen to me. We’re going to be fine. Ray will be here soon. Or a customer will come in. And then we can shout for help. Okay?” I say as softly and calmly as I can.
“What if no one comes?” he gasps for breath.
Shit! He’s about to have a panic attack. “Someone will come. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise,” I say as I slide my hands up to his face. I lean up onto my tiptoes and press my lips softly against his. “We’ll be okay,” I whisper as I keep peppering butterfly kisses over his lips and jaw. I need to distract him and this is the surest way I know how.
He wraps his arms around my waist, and I press my body close to his. Electricity crackles between us. His heart is still pounding, but his breathing is becoming less erratic. I seal my mouth over his and kiss him softly as my hands move up to his hair and I tug it gently, just the way he likes it, making him groan softly.
I slide one hand to the back of his neck and press his face closer to mine. He seems hesitant at first, still panicking about being trapped in this room. As I slide my tongue into his mouth, I feel the change in him and the growl in his throat vibrates through his whole chest. His hands drop to my ass and he slips his tongue against mine as he walks me backwards. We stumble in the darkness until we come up against the cold concrete wall and as our bodies press together, heat floods my core.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me as he pushes his hard body against mine, pinning me to the wall as he deepens our kiss. I claw at his neck. His kisses are always full of fire and passion, but this is like a raging inferno between us. He devours my mouth like he might never get the chance to taste me again and I melt into him, taking every single thing he has to give as he claims me for his own once more.
Every nerve ending in my body comes alive with electricity and fire as wet heat sears between my thighs and my body sizzles with the need for him. I reach for his belt, tugging it open before I unzip his fly. Sliding my hand into his jeans, I take hold of his hot, stiff cock and squeeze him.
“Jessie,” he groans. “Don’t start something you can’t finish. Because I need to feel you so bad, Angel, and I won’t be able to stop if we go any further.”
“I need you too, Conor,” I breathe as my heartbeat starts to pound in my ears. “I want to feel you inside me. There’s been no one else,” I assure him, because we have no condoms down here, and I hope that he can say the same.
“Good, because I’d have no choice but to kill anyone who put his hands on you,” he growls as his hands slide to my sides and he lifts my denim mini up over my hips until it’s bunched around my waist. Then his hand slips between my thighs, and my legs almost buckle as he roughly tugs my panties to the side and slides two fingers through my folds. The warmth floods my core and I experience an intense rush of wetness. I push my hips against his hand and moan loudly. My body remembers his touch so well, and every part of me aches for him. My pussy throbs with need as he glides over my entrance.
“Please, Conor,” I beg and he smiles against my skin.
“I’ve missed this hot, wet pussy, Angel,” he breathes as he slides two fingers deep inside me and the rush of slick heat almost makes me pass out. I cling to him and whimper shamelessly as he fucks me with his skilled fingers. He reaches deep inside, curling the tip of them against my G-spot and causing tremors to vibrate through my stomach and thighs. The wet sound of my arousal echoes around the basement and it makes everything seem even hotter than it already is.
“You hear how wet you are for me, Jessie?” he growls. “I’m going to have to make you come with my fingers first because I am so fucking hard for you, I’m not going to last more than five minutes once I get my cock in you.”
“God, I’ve missed your filthy mouth,” I pant.
“You’re going to get my mouth later. But I might embarrass myself if I taste your pussy right now. I haven’t even jerked off this morning,” he chuckles softly and my insides melt like warm butter at the sound. Not being able to see seems to heighten my other senses. Even the smell of him is driving me crazy. I had forgotten how deliciously intoxicating he was.
“Conor,” I pant as my orgasm builds, pulsing through my thighs and my core. He rubs the pad of his thumb over my clit as he nuzzles my neck and my climax crashes over me like a tsunami. My walls clench around his fingers and my entire body trembles with the intensity of my release.
