Page 21 of Sly Like a Fox (Romance Expected Dating Service #3)
As the select group of guests begins migrating toward the private elevator, Jenna and I join the flow of people moving through the hotel corridors.
The hallways are quieter now, with most of the gala attendees departing through the main exits while Anklor’s inner circle heads to the more exclusive gathering.
We’re walking behind Judge Vance and her husband when Jenna suddenly grabs my arm and pulls me toward an unmarked door set into an alcove between two decorative columns.
“In here,” she whispers urgently, testing the handle. The door opens to reveal what appears to be a storage room filled with extra linens and cleaning supplies.
“Jenna, what are you—”
She pulls me inside and closes the door behind us, leaving us in near darkness except for the thin line of light filtering under the door. The space is cramped, barely large enough for both of us, and the air smells of lavender fabric softener and industrial cleaning products.
“I couldn’t wait another second,” she whispers, already working at my bow tie. “Watching you keep yourself in check when you met Anklor, seeing how much strength it took not to tear him apart… It was the most incredible display of restraint I’ve ever witnessed.”
Her fingers shake as she loosens my tie, and my bobcat senses her fox adrenaline and emotions radiating from her in waves. “You were magnificent tonight. Professional, charming, and perfect. I just need you to know how much I admire your strength.”
The darkness makes every sensation more intense. She’s panting, and the warmth of her body in the confined space seeps into mine. I inhale her subtle perfume.
“Jenna...” I reach for her in the darkness, finding the smooth silk of her gown. “Are you sure about this? Here?”
“Absolutely.” Her voice carries desperate need. “Tonight could have gone wrong in a dozen different ways. We could have been discovered, arrested, or killed, and all I could think about was how much I needed to tell you that I love you.”
I’m about to remind her things could still go terribly wrong since the next phase is the most dangerous, but then her words filter through. “You love me?”
“Completely. Totally. More than I thought possible.” She cups my face in her hands. “I didn’t intend to fall in love with you, but here we are.”
I capture her mouth in a kiss that pours three years of suppressed emotion and celibacy so I could focus on the mission into the contact.
She tastes like champagne and victory and the promise of everything I never dared to want.
“I love you, too,” I whisper against her lips.
“More than revenge, more than justice… More than anything I thought I wanted.”
She responds by pressing closer, molding her body against mine in the cramped space. I feel every curve through the thin silk of her gown, and every place where we connect sends electricity through my body.
“I need you,” she whispers, fumbling with my shirt buttons with urgent precision. “Right here and now. I need to feel alive and connected and real after everything we just survived.”
The desperation in her voice matches my own.
The combination of operational stress, successfully infiltrating Anklor’s circle, and the adrenaline of being so close to achieving my three-year goal creates a need that overwhelms rational thought.
Most of all, hearing her say she loves me obliterates any lingering whispers of common sense reminding me we’re about to have sex in the linen closet of a building owned by our mark.
Apparently, a faint trace remains because I think to ask, “Here? Anyone could find us.”
“Let them.” She slides my shirt from my shoulders before exploring my chest with reverent touches. “I don’t care about anything except this moment with you.”
She makes a compelling argument, and that voice in the back of my mind surrenders along with the rest of me.
I find the zipper of her gown in the darkness, working it and the slip down slowly while I trail kisses along her throat.
The expensive fabric pools around her waist, leaving her in black lace that emphasizes every curve.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper while skimming the edges of her lingerie. “So perfect.”
“So are you.” She works at my belt with increasing urgency, her movements becoming more frantic as her need builds. “I love how you feel under my hands.”
When she finally frees my cock from my pants, I groan at the relief and the sensation of her confident touch. She wraps her fingers around me with sure strokes that make rational thought impossible.
“I want to touch you everywhere,” I whisper, lifting her to sit on a shelf stacked with towels. The position brings us to perfect height, and I work my hand between her legs to find her pussy already wet and ready.
She gasps as I stroke her folds through the thin lace, letting her head fall back against the supply shelves. “Don’t stop.”
I slide the fabric aside and work two fingers deep inside her, curling them to find the spot that makes her back arch with pleasure. Her channel is hot and tight around me when she clenches her internal muscles while she rides my hand with increasing desperation.
“You’re so wet for me.” I add a third finger and increase the pressure until she’s trembling. “I love how you respond to my touch.”
“Only for you.” She digs her nails into my shoulders as she moves against my hand, seeking the friction that will push her over the edge. “No one else has ever made me feel like this.”
The confession makes something primal stir in my chest. It’s possessive and protective in ways that have nothing to do with the mission and everything to do with the woman in my arms.
When she starts to spasm around my fingers, indicating she’s about to come, I work her clit harder and faster, giving her the intensity she needs to fall over the edge. Her release hits like a shock wave, and she buries her face against my shoulder to muffle her cry of pleasure.
“I need you inside me,” she whispers when the tremors subside, her voice raw with continued need. “Now.”
I position myself at her entrance, teasing her with shallow movements that make her hips buck with frustrated need. “Are you ready for me?”
“I’ve been ready since our first kiss.” She guides me to exactly where she needs me while wrapping her legs around my waist. “Please, Fenton.”
When I push inside her slowly, her mouth falls open in a silent gasp of pleasure.
She feels incredible. Her opening is hot, tight, and perfect around my cock, like her body was designed specifically for mine.
I pause when I’m fully seated inside her, overwhelmed by the sensation. “You feel amazing.”
She responds by tightening her legs around my waist and taking me even deeper. The position allows me to fill her completely, and the sensation makes us both groan with pleasure.
“Move,” she whispers in a rush. “I need you to move.”
I establish a rhythm that has her trembling against the supply shelves, each stroke designed to maximize the friction and pressure that’s driving us both toward madness. The storage room fills with the sound of our breathing and the soft noises of our bodies joining.
“You like this?” I ask, changing the angle to hit a spot that makes her gasp.
“I love it.” She bites her lip to keep from crying out too loudly. “I love the way your cock fills me completely.”
My pleasure is driving me toward a primal state of my shifter nature, and I feel the familiar signs of partial transformation.
It’s more an internal transformation, but it enhances my strength and gives me more stamina to support her weight effortlessly while maintaining the rhythm that’s driving us both toward release.
“I feel how close you are,” I murmur, adjusting my angle to increase the pressure against her pussy as it quivers around me. “Please come for me, Jenna.”
“Not yet.” She shakes her head, trying to hide her full reaction even as her body betrays her need. “I want this to last.”
I grin, feeling her resolve crumble with each thrust as her body trembles and tightens around me, revealing she’s fighting a losing battle.
“Then we’ll take our time.” I slow my movements deliberately, making each stroke long and deep and measured. “But I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name.” The promise makes her shudder with anticipation. “Tell me what you want,” I whisper against her ear.
“You. All of you. Forever.” Her confession is slightly desperate, revealing the depth of her feelings. “I want everything we can build together.”
The emotion behind her words pushes me past the point of stopping. I thrust harder and faster, giving her the intensity she needs while pouring all my love and commitment into every movement.
When her second release hits, it’s even more powerful than the first. She convulses around me, milking my cock in ways that trigger my own climax. I come inside her with a low groan, my vision going white with the intensity of it.
For several heartbeats, we remain locked together, breathing hard and trembling with aftershocks. The storage room is hot and cramped, but her body is warm and perfect in my arms.
“I love you,” she whispers, pressing soft kisses to my throat.
“I love you, too.” I hold her closer, still buried deeply inside her. “More than anything.”
As we slowly return to reality and begin restoring our clothing, I realize taking our time might not have been the best strategy.
I glance at my watch, expecting to have spent more than an hour in here with her, but it’s only been ten minutes.
Imagining what we can do with an hour, or an entire night, almost derails me.
Instead, I force myself to focus on the mission again. “Ready to go charm the liars in Anklor’s penthouse?” I ask, adjusting her dress and smoothing her hair with gentle fingers.
She nods. “I’d rather do other things, but duty calls.” She smiles at me and ties my bowtie with deft fingers. In less than a minute, we look presentable… mostly. At least, I hope so. It’s hard to tell in a dark closet.
As we prepare to rejoin the group heading to the elevator—though I’m sure we’ve missed the mass exodus, and we’ll be riding up alone—I remember the real test is just beginning. We’ve confessed our love but now, we have to survive long enough to build the future we both want.