The elevator doors opened, and he stepped back from her. After capturing her hand, he dragged her to the storage closet at the end of the downstairs hallway. He knew for a fact it wouldn’t be used till this afternoon—and it had a lock on it.
Fucking perfect.
Stopping in front of it, he glanced over his shoulder, then opened the door. She went inside willingly, and he closed them in. The lock clicked in the silence of the small room. Darkness descended, but he had no problem finding her.
Hauling her close, he kissed her with all the pent-up frustration he’d been suffering from since she first barged back into his life. She fisted his shirt and urged him closer, lifting her leg to let him inside her thighs. She wore those thigh high-pantyhose, so the only things stopping him from fucking her were her flimsy panties and his own pants. He rubbed his thumb over her clit and pressed his upper body into hers, crushing her against the wall in the process.
She groaned and threaded her fingers in his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. “Jake, please,” she pleaded, tugging on his hair.
He growled. “You asked so nicely.”
“I know, so please take me.” She pulled again, harder. “Now.”
He thrust the panties aside and slid two fingers inside. They came back wet, and he groaned. She wanted him, and he fucking needed her. Withdrawing his fingers, he pressed her into the corner of the walls and undid his zipper.
When he freed himself, he took a condom out of his pocket and slid it on. The whole time he took care of the safety aspect of what he was about to do, his mouth worked over hers. “You taste like fucking heaven.”
She jerked on his collar. “Hurry up.”
“Say please,” he said, his hold on her ass tight. She wasn’t playing by his rules, and he was dangerously close to not giving a fuck. “You need to beg me, damn it.”
“Please. Please, please, please.”
He spread her thighs wide and positioned himself at her entry, touching the wet heat of her pussy with the tip of his dick. Christ, she was so fucking ready to envelope him. He thrust inside her with one hard movement, not bothering to work his way in slowly.
When she screamed out his name and threw her head back, holding on to his shoulders with a firm clasp, he groaned out her name. Biting down on her neck, he drove even deeper. “I should stop now. Make you wait.” He thrust again. “I should leave you hanging all fucking day because of what you did.”
“Jake,” she moaned, her hands moving all over his body. “No. Please. Don’t stop.”
The fact that she still wore all of her clothes, including those sexy-ass heels she’d put on, only turned him on more. Not like he needed much help in that area. He closed his palms over her breasts, squeezing hard and rolling his thumbs over her hard nipples.
She clamped down on him, and he knew she was close to coming. He angled his hips and claimed her mouth again, swallowing her cries as she grew louder. More frantic. Her nails scraped everywhere she could reach, but that didn’t seem to satisfy her. She kept scratching, her teeth digging into his lip as she kissed him back.
When she grabbed his vest and hauled him deeper, her pussy gripping his cock as she came, he groaned and drove inside of her one last time, all the way. He broke the kiss and buried his face in her neck, taking a shuddering breath, and the world imploded around them.
Shit, had he really just fucked her in a closet? Because she’d complimented Gordon’s tattoos? He was losing control fast. The hold she had over him was frightening. Once he calmed down enough to speak, he rasped, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…I get jealous.”
She hugged him close. “It’s okay. I did kind of flirt with him, I guess. I wanted to see if you cared.”
“Don’t do that again. Don’t fuck with me like I’m a toy you can throw away. I’ve had enough lies and games to last me a lifetime. I don’t want them from you. Anyone but you. You want to be done with me, then say so.” He turned his face away, even though she couldn’t see him, because he felt way too damn vulnerable right now. She’d hurt him. “You’re free to end this whenever you’re finished, just like I am.”
“Jake.” When she cupped his cheeks, something inside him gave way. Something huge. For once, she sounded dead-ass serious. “I’m not done with us. Not even close.”
He swallowed, his heart twisting hard. It was then, in that moment, that he realized she had way too much fucking power over him. He’d needed her to want to be with him, and now that she’d admitted she did, he felt like he could fly.
This was dangerous. She was dangerous.