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TWENTY-EIGHT

SAINT

She fucking whimpers.

So soft and goddamn sweet that it shoots straight to my dick, the sound permanently ingrained in my head like a brand, one I won’t be forgetting as long as I live.

I don’t know soft or sweet. I don’t know slow. I don’t know gentle or patient.

I’m not that guy.

But as my palm slides along her jaw into the hair at her nape, I touch her as if she’ll shatter in my hands. Like she’s the most fragile thing I’ve ever encountered, and I’m afraid I’ll be the reason she breaks.

At first, her lips move hesitantly against mine, cautious, even as the war between her mind and her body rages inside of her, but then something shifts.

I can feel the moment she surrenders, and nothing has ever felt so utterly victorious in my life.

She fucking melts.

I sweep my tongue along the seam of her lips, asking—no, fucking begging for her to let me in, and then her plush lips part, another soft throaty sound ricocheting against my mouth.

Everything about this kiss is desperate, frantic, an eruption of something explosive between us that neither of us had the willpower to deny any longer.

Lennon’s fingers tangle in my hair when my tongue slips past her lips and slides against hers. I grip her nape and haul her into my lap, where she settles along my dick, which I’m pretty positive has never been this hard before.

Over a fucking kiss.

My palm trails up her back, my fingertips tracing along the notches of her spine, pulling her closer until she’s flush against my chest.

It’s hot as fuck, our skin slick with sweat and sticking together, but I don’t give a shit. I want every inch of her pressed against me while I take her mouth. If I had it my way, I’d have her naked and on my cock in seconds.

I don’t even think she realizes she’s rocking against my dick, her hips chasing friction to dull the ache between her perfect little thighs.

Thighs that I can’t fucking wait to throw over my shoulder and sink my teeth into before I lick her pussy.

I tear my mouth from her lips, tangling my fingers in the hair at her nape and tugging her head back so I can nip at her jaw. My tongue sweeps along her heated skin, tasting the salty twinge of her sweat as I trail a path down her neck.

A throaty hum fills the space around us when I graze my teeth along the soft spot just below her ear before sucking it into my mouth, hoping that it’ll leave a mark behind.

It’s fucked that I want everyone to know that she’s mine, even if it’s just part of an arrangement, a plan she’s completely unaware of.

It stirs something inside of me, something feral, hungry.

I glide my tongue over the pulse point on her neck that’s pounding wildly and grin against her skin when she presses down on my cock, attempting to squeeze her thighs together.

Suddenly, the elevator lurches, the lights flickering before turning back on, prompting Lennon to freeze.

Fuck. Me.

I nearly groan.

Of all goddamn times for this piece of shit to decide to work again, it’s when I’ve got her in my lap, panting while she’s writhing on my dick.

I want to pick right back up where we left off, but the spell is broken, and Lennon is sliding off my lap and scooting back to her side of the elevator, back hitting the wall.

Creating distance because it’s finally hitting her that she just gave in to her desire.

It won.

Her lips are swollen and red like a ripe strawberry as she stares back at me. She seems to read my mind as she lifts her hand to her mouth and runs her fingers along her bottom lip, stroking the spot where my tongue just was.

I sit there completely still as I watch her, the elevator slowly coming to a stop at the sixth floor as it should have in the beginning.

I expected her to have lots of feelings about what just happened, especially since she’s so clearly anti-me in all aspects, but what I didn’t expect was for her to bolt the second the doors slid open, disappearing into the stairwell.

Well… fuck.