She reached down and squeezed him through his pants. “I’m punishing you.”
A tremble shook through his arms and legs, and he bit back a groan. “Why?”
“Because you scowled at me like I’d done something wrong when James was the jackass.”
That cleared some of the lust-fog from his brain. He backed away far enough to meet her gaze. “Shelby, I wasn’t angry with you. I was trying not to reach over the table and throttle James.”
She blinked. “Really?”
“Yes, really. Insulting you like that was out of line and—” Voices nearby caught his attention, and he glanced up.
Shit.
They couldn’t be seen by James or his staff like this, both vibrating with so much sexual tension they could light a fire with the heat between them.
He grabbed for the nearest door. Closet. Figures. But it was large, the size of some people’s bathrooms, with a center island of drawers meant to hold who knew what.
Shelby snorted as he pushed her inside. “What is this, seven minutes in heaven? I feel like I’m back in high school.”
“Just—stop.” He pulled the door shut, plunging the room into darkness.
“You’ve probably never played, huh?”
He heard her move, the air stirring with her scent in the moment before she wrapped her arms around him from behind. Her hand flattened on his stomach and slid lower, fingers dipping below his belt. She just brushed the tip of his cock and every muscle in his body tensed in response.
“Shelby.” His voice sounded hoarse. “We’re not doing this here.”
“Why not?” she whispered and her breath fanned over his ear. “You don’t like Irving James any more than I do, so let’s give him a big middle finger and fuck in his closet.”
A thrill shot through him. He should not be turned on by the suggestion but, holy fuck, he was. His cock was so hard, he had to undo his belt or risk permanent damage. “I don’t have a condom.”
“I do.” She trailed the edge of a foil packet across the back of his neck and he shivered.
“Where did that come from?” His mind ran wild with all of the possibilities.
“My bra.”
“Jesus.” He spun and crushed her mouth with his. All demand and no finesse. He lost all sense of reason when it came to this woman. It was liberating and maybe that was why he couldn’t keep his hands off her. With her, he found freedom.
When they parted for air, Shelby laughed softly. “You only have seven minutes. That’s how the game works.” She nipped his bottom lip. “So make me scream.”
His heart thumped hard in his chest. He held out a hand for the condom. “Bend over.”
“Ooh. Makes me hot when you get all demanding.” She slapped the package into his palm and turned around. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and he could just make out the outline of her leaning in to the island, parting her legs and thrusting her ass toward him.
She was just begging for a spanking.
He found her thigh with his hand, skimmed his palm up the smooth flesh of her bare ass. He’d wanted his handprint there since the very first time he saw her, so he hauled back and gave her firm cheek a solid slap. “You are trouble.”
Her gasp slipped into a moan as he traced her cleft until he found her opening, then dipped his fingers inside. He loved the way her inner walls clamped down to keep his fingers from withdrawing. How something so soft could grip so hard was a wonder to him, and he wanted more time to explore her body. He hadn’t gotten the chance last night and couldn’t take the time now. But soon he would. Very soon.
He withdrew his fingers and fumbled around until he found her clit. Last night, he’d figured out how to tell when he touched the right spot, because her knees would go weak and he had to wrap an arm around her waist to keep her up. He caged her against the island, felt the trembles racing through her body. He circled her clit with his thumb, applied more pressure, and her body seized up, breath rushing out in a squeak.
Triumph roared through him with a burst of pure testosterone. He needed inside her. Hard and fast and claiming and right fucking now.
Reece tore open the condom, unzipped his pants, and sheathed himself in the rubber. He gripped her hips, found her entrance, and slammed home, closing his eyes at the exquisite pleasure of her body giving in to his. Shelby moaned and arched her back, pressed against his thrusts.
Jesus. She took all of him, right to his base. Good thing she only gave him seven minutes, because he wasn’t going to last. He pounded into her, hard, fast, urgent, the only sounds slapping flesh and ragged breathing and the throaty little noises she made as she urged him on with her body.
He was so lost in her, he nearly missed the footsteps outside the closet. Voices followed.
“Where the hell is he?” Dylan asked.
“It’s not like him to just get up and leave,” Alicia said, worry in her voice. “I hope everything is all right.”