"This wasn't an argument," she protested, mostly to cover up how much she liked everything he just said, how it proved that he just got her. No one ever got her. Her friends understood some of it. Her sparring partners got other bits of it. But no one got the whole package, least of all a man she was involved with.
"Babe, it was a fucking argument."
"We didn't even raise our voices," she insisted.
"So we have to be screaming at each other for it to qualify as a fight?"
"Yeah."
"Then we'll never have a fight, baby. Because I don't fucking raise my voice to women."
"Hate to break it to you, but that's actually sexist."
"Yep," he agreed with a smile, his hands going to her hips and pulling her against him. "But you're just gonna have to deal with that. Any man worth his salt can talk to a woman with respect, even if he's pissed off. And, babe, I'm worth my fucking salt. Now," he said, releasing one of his arms so he could reach behind him and pull the panic room door closed, "let's test the legendary soundproof capabilities of panic rooms."
"Daniel, no," she laughed when he yanked her against him again and she could feel his cock getting hard against her belly.
"Why not?"
"First, because we're at work. And second because..."
She lost her train of thought as his mouth went to her throat, kissing, licking, sucking, until desire sparked and exploded through her system. "And second?" he prompted, sounding pleased with himself as his teeth nipped her earlobe.
"The second, I forget. But I know it was good," she added as his hand slid down her belly and right inside her jeans without bothering to unfasten them.
"Probably," he agreed, his fingers sliding down her slick cleft and sinking inside her. She let out a low moan and he pulled his head back, eyes heated. "But this is way better," he said, fingers starting to thrust out of her as roughly and quickly as the tight jean material would allow.
"Okay, you win," she said on a breathless laugh.
Just like that, his fingers slid out of her and out of her pants and he grabbed the material at the waist and yanked it down to her knees. His eyes were wicked as he reached behind her, grabbed a handful of her hair, yanked hard, and used it to turn her away from him, slamming her up against the wall.
Faith's air rushed out of her as another wave of desire pooled in her core.
There was going to be nothing explorative or sweet about this.
It was going to be fast and rough and hard.
And she was going to love every freaking second of it.
His hand slapped her already-pink ass as he released her hair and took a step back. She heard the crinkle of a condom foil as his zip slid down, loud in the small, silent room.
"Touch yourself," he demanded, his voice low and gravely. It was quite possibly the sexiest sound she had ever heard. Her hand slid down her front and she started working her fingers over her clit. "Good girl. Now you don't stop, got it? Doesn't matter how hard I fuck you, how much you start to lose it, you keep working your clit," he said, moving in behind her and she could feel his cock press against her ass as he waited for her response. But all she had to offer was a tight nod as her breathing started to shallow out, as the need became almost overwhelming.
But that was all he needed.
Because the second he saw it, his cock slammed in hard and deep, making her let out an almost embarrassingly loud moan as she brought her free hand up to brace on the wall so her face wouldn't smash into it as he started thrusting in and out of her- wild, fierce, practically violent.
His hand found her hair again, slipping in at the base of her skull then sliding down so he could curl it around his fist, using it to yank back hard, the pain sending another rush of wet between her thighs as he kept up his unrelenting, impossibly perfect pace, driving her up hard and fast until she tightened hard around his cock for a long second. Then he slammed forward again and she came hard enough to cry out his name, a sound that genuinely sounded pained, the orgasm so intense that it did, in fact, almost border on pain.
Daniel slammed deep with the lessening pulsations of her climax, jerking upward slightly, and hissing out her name as he came too.
"Fuck," he growled a moment later, planting a kiss beneath her ear. "This room is convenient," he added as he slowly slid out of her, reaching down and pulling her pants and panties back up, kissing her ass cheek in the process.
"Yeah," she agreed, sucking in a deep breath as she looked at the camera to see one of the kitchen guys in the bar. "Except when we need to get out of it without seeming suspicious."