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This man. I think I might have fucked with the wrong one. Because right now, he’s looking at me like he’s never going to let go.

“You dropped on my cock soaking,” he says, “and now you want to go quiet.” He pulls out and fucks me quick and hard, a door slamming behind me where I vaguely hear the footsteps pause. “No. I want to hear that pretty voice scream for me.” He holds me tighter. “You thought I’d be a quick fuck. Didn’t you?”

My legs grip him tighter.

“Yes.” I get it out.

“Mhmm.” He begins a slow, steady roll that makes me wonder just what the actual fuck I got myself into. “There she is.”

He drops the grip on my neck, holding my thighs and taking over control. My hands grip his shoulders, and now I can’t drop back on him. I can’t go anywhere.

He watches as his cock slides in and out of me, my own arousal building each time he pulls out. The thick, hard ridge of him collecting my juices like a token.

“Look.” His finger glides along his cock, swiping up my own cream at how thick and frothy it is. “Look how fucking wet you make my cock when you stop fighting me.” He licks it.

Okay. I’m ruined. That’s hot. And I wish he’d let me do something, anything with my hips, but he won’t. He holds me so tightly I’m not sure I’d move even if I could.

I’m in his web. Caught.

And I don’t want to get out. Not when he rolls his hips like that.

Deep inside me, he presses a finger to my clit. Just pressing down.

“You ran.” He looks back up at me, reading the confusion on my face. “You could’ve heard everything if you’d just stood still. Instead you get this. Fucked stupid against a locker.” He rolls his hips until I see stars, then he does it again while running his mouth. “All you had to do was listen, Hadley. We’d have told you everything.” His jaw works like I’ve pissed him off. “And now they’re going to make me answer for what I’m doing to you.”

“Can’t—” think. I can’t fucking think.

“I know. That’s the point.” He keeps rolling his hips. Slick runs down his thighs. Down my thighs to drip onto the floor. The mess left behind is one I would prefer to stay on the sheets as evidence.

“You broke into my security room with a steel pole.” If he’d just shut up and keep rolling his hips just. Like. That. “Swung on me. Bit me till I bled.” Another roll, deeper. “So you get fucked against the lockers you cracked open looking for your girl. Seems fair.”

I snort. “That’s not a bad thing.”

He leans in, hands gripping my thighs as he whispers in my ear. “No?” He starts fucking me like he means it. Like his only goal is to listen to me scream in this locker room loud enough for the echo to reach the fundraiser.

I shake my head, now my nails digging into his shoulders. I swear drool comes out of my mouth. My whole body shakes andcomes online and I bite my tongue tasting blood to hold back my scream.

“You’re close. And that orgasm belongs to me now.” He rolls his hips like an ocean wave. Each slow thrust massaging my G-spot like a pro. “Right there. Deep inside your pussy. So when you come on my cock, I get to drink you off it until that clit’s throbbing raw under my tongue.”

“Oh.” Is it possible to be so aroused that it hurts? Because it hurts. “Hurt,” I whimper, trying to get him to understand.

“You think you’re not exactly where I want you?” He laughs and it’s the most erotic thing. “Hurting on my cock, dripping down my balls? That’s the whole point.”

“Fucking hell.” If I could just move.

“No. G-spot only.” He chuckles. “You don’t come till I’ve wrung you out from the inside first.”

“I need to come. Now.”

“Do you?” He keeps that slow, steady roll. Never wavering. Never buckling.

“I do. I do,” I repeat, nearly begging.

“Sounds like you do.” He presses flush against me holding as still as possible. “Hold on.”

Say less.

My hips grip him harder. My nails rip holes in his shirt. And my hot breath wets the sweat-slick skin of his neck.