Page 79 of Made for Wilde

When we break apart, I look up into his dark eyes and see the exact moment he recognizes the heat in mine.

His pupils dilate, and his grip on my waist tightens.

“Charlotte,” he growls, my name a warning and a promise.

“I missed you,” I whisper, letting my hands trail down his chest.

His eyes darken further, and I can practically see the internal battle he’s fighting between propriety and desire.

Desire wins.

He takes my hand and leads me deeper into the training area, past the main rings to a more secluded corner where equipmentis stored. It’s partially hidden from view but not completely private. Anyone could walk by and see us.

The thought should terrify me.

Instead, it sends a thrill straight to my core.

Before I can second-guess myself, I’m dropping to my knees in front of him, my hands already working at his shorts. Koda’s sharp intake of breath echoes in the small space.

“Fuck, baby. Here?”

His voice is strained, but he’s not stopping me.

I look up at him as I free his already hard length, loving the way his jaw clenches when I wrap my fingers around him.

“Yes, here,” I tell him. “I’ve been thinking about doing this all day.”

The first time I did this for Koda, I was nervous, unsure. Now I know exactly what he likes, exactly how to make him lose control. I take him into my mouth slowly, savoring the salt taste of his skin and the way his fingers immediately tangle in my hair.

“Christ, Charlotte.” His hips jerk forward involuntarily. “Anyone could see us.”

The reminder only makes me more eager. I never knew I had this exhibitionist streak until Koda brought it out of me. The possibility of discovery, of someone walking around that corner and finding me on my knees with his cock in my mouth, makes everything more intense.

I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, using my tongue the way I know drives him crazy. His grip in my hair tightens, and I can hear him struggling to stay quiet.

“Look at you,” he whispers, his hand tangling in my hair. “So fucking desperate for me that you’ll suck my cock where anyone could see. Where anyone could walk in and find you on your knees like this.”

His words send heat shooting straight between my legs. I moan around him, the vibration making him curse under hisbreath. The sound of footsteps in the main training area makes us both freeze, but they fade without coming closer.

“So fucking hot for me you can’t even wait until we get home,” Koda continues, his voice getting rougher. “Need my cock so bad you’ll risk getting caught.”

He’s right. I do need this, need him, with an intensity that should probably concern me. But right now, with the taste of him on my tongue and the thrill of potential discovery making my pulse race, I can’t bring myself to care about anything else.

“That’s right, baby,” he growls, his voice thick with need. “Take every fucking inch. Show me how much you need this cock.” His hips thrust forward slightly, and I relax my throat to accommodate him. “You’re going to make me come so hard. Right here where anyone could catch us.”

The dirty talk combined with the risk has me squirming on my knees, desperate for friction. I double my efforts, using everything I know about his body to drive him toward the edge. His breathing becomes ragged, and I can feel the tension building in his muscles.

“Fuck, Charlotte. I’m close. So fucking close.” His grip in my hair tightens almost painfully. “Make me come, baby. Show me what a good girl you are.”

I moan around him again, the vibration pushing him over the edge. He comes with a muffled curse, his body shuddering as I swallow everything he gives me. The taste of him, the knowledge that I did this to him, sends another wave of arousal through my already overheated body.

Before I can even catch my breath, Koda is hauling me to my feet and pulling me down the hallway. My legs feel unsteady, but his strong arm around my waist keeps me upright as he guides me past several closed doors.

“Where are we going?” I whisper, though part of me doesn’t care as long as he keeps touching me.

He doesn’t answer, just pushes open a door marked “Private” and pulls me inside. The space is clearly an office with a desk and filing cabinets. The sound of the lock engaging behind us makes my pulse spike.

“I need to be inside you,” Koda growls against my ear, his hands already working at my clothes. “Now.”