Page 148 of That Rush

He backs me across the tack room until my hips hit the worktable.

“You made me wait,” I say against his mouth.

“You spent two hours making sure I suffered with you.”

“I was working.”

“You rubbed your breasts against me in a storage room.”

“That box needed supervision.”

Aiden grips my ass and lifts me onto the table. “You’re done supervising.”

The wood is cool beneath my thighs. I spread my knees and pull him between them, letting my skirt ride higher.

His eyes drop.

“Is this what you wanted when you chose the room?”

“I chose the room because it has a lock and a sturdy table.”

“You inspected it quickly.”

“I know what I need.”

He looks up at me. “Tell me.”

I hook my fingers through his belt loops and drag him closer. “Finish what you started in front of the library.”

Aiden slides one hand beneath my skirt. His fingertips trace the edge of my panties, and my hips lift before I can stop them.

“I started by telling everyone you’re mine.”

“You started by making a scene.”

“You kissed me back.”

“I did more than that.”

“You liked every person there knowing you were with me.”

His fingers press between my thighs through the damp fabric. I grip his shoulders as he finds my clit and circles it.

“I liked you knowing,” I say.

His mouth moves to my neck. “Trust me, Paige. I know exactly who you’re with.”

He pushes my panties aside and drags two fingers through my wetness.

“You’ve been this wet since the booth?”

“Threatening a children’s librarian in the middle of her fundraiser has consequences.”

“I gave you fair warning.”

“You gave me a countdown.”

His fingers slide inside me, deep enough to make me gasp. He curls them, hitting the spot that makes my thighs clamp around his hips.