Page 62 of Burn the World Down

I cupped her sweet ass and kissed her back.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

The words roared in my head. She rocked against me.

I cursed. I knew we were still in range of the security cameras. I’d helped plan all their locations, after all.

I carried her down the hall. There was a stairwell at the end, and I stepped sideways into a small alcove that provided a blind spot that had always bugged me. I pinned her to the wall.

“Nash,” she panted.

Pressing my face to her neck, I nipped at her skin, then raked my teeth over her collarbone. “I’m not fucking you, Georgie.”

Her face fell and she made a pained sound. “You…don’t want me?”

My low growl echoed off the walls. I pressed my lower body against hers and knew she couldn’t miss the hard line of my cock digging into her belly.

“That feel like I don’t want you? The only thing I want more isnotto hurt you. And the way I want to fuck you…” I slid onehand around her throat, rubbing her pulse point. It fluttered like a frightened bird. “I won’t be in control. I won’t be gentle.”

Her chest hitched.

“I need you fully healed for that. No bruised face or sore ribs.”

Now she pulled a face, and it made me want to smile. I rubbed my thumb over her lips.

“Doesn’t mean I won’t take care of you.”

Her hazel eyes flicked back up and locked on mine. The green flecks stood out.

I ran a hand down her body, over the dress I picked for her, and she pushed into my touch.

“I love this dress on you. I knew the color would look amazing.”

She made a husky sound.

I nudged until she dropped her legs back to the floor. My hands fisted in the fabric of her dress and I started drawing it up her legs.

She bit her lip, her eyes widening. “Nash. Someone could see us.”

I knew this part of the corridor was rarely used, and we were tucked around a corner, but there was still a chance.

She swallowed. “Snyder…he recorded—” She broke off.

I released her dress. “You don’t want anyone to see?”

She shook her head. “It’s private. I just want it to be us.”

I swung her into my arms and headed back down the hall. I took the next corner and stopped at a door. I pressed my palm to the lock, and it opened.

It was dark inside, with only faint floor lights illuminating the space. I walked deeper into the space, dodging around some large props.

“What is this place?” she asked.

I set her down.

“Storage room for props and sets for the stage shows in the main auditorium. Whatever isn’t getting used gets kept in here.” I nudged her back against the wall. Some fake vines and flowers from the Persephone show that had been held last year draped down around us. “No one comes in here.” I dropped to my knees in front of her. “It’s just us, Georgie. No one’s going to see me giving you pleasure.” I pushed the hem of her dress up, baring her slim thighs. “No one will see me with my mouth devouring your sweet pussy.”

Her hands gripped my shoulders, her breathing quickening.