Best Served Cold

I squeaked. “Shelf. Ow.”

Chase buried his face into my shoulder, laughing. “Sorry.”

I swatted his arm. “Apologize later. Get on with it.”

And he did just that, the laughter instantly dying.

He moved slowly at first, kissing me the exact same way. It didn’t last long. Within minutes, he had his forehead on my shoulder as he fucked me hard, sending wave after wave of pleasure shooting through my body.

I wrapped my legs around his body and clenched, hugging his cock tight. He groaned, gripping my ass harder than I ever thought possible. His fingers dug right in, all but holding me in place as he thrust.

My nails made dents in his shoulders as I held him tight. Shivers ran over my skin as goosebumps prickled in their wake, and the more the pleasure built inside me, the faster my breathing came.

Our moans echoed off the walls, reverberating around the small space and making them seem ten times louder. Or maybe that was just me because the orgasm was swift when it hit, tightening the muscles all over my body.

I couldn’t see, I couldn’t think, and I could barely breathe.

All I was aware of was Chase moving a handful more times before he let out a long groan, burying his face in my neck. He kissed the sensitive skin, holding me in place for a moment before he slowly pulled out of me and helped me lower my wobbly legs to the ground.

“Is there anything in here to clean up with?”

“Turn the light on. There should be some tissue in here. It’s where I keep the toilet paper.”

“Lovely. Remind me never to fuck you in a cleaning closet again.”

“I didn’t find it that bad.” I patted the wall until I found the switch and flicked it on.

Chase swung his arm over his eyes. “Fucking hell, that’s bright. Couldn’t you have just opened the door?”

I hit him with a dark look, wincing in the sudden brightness. “It’s taking all my willpower to stand up right now, thank you very much.”

He dropped his arm and grinned like I’d just told him he’d won the lottery.

In fact, he probably had. The sexual one.

“That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me in a long time.” His grin was lopsided.

“Whatever. Pass me that tissue. I have semen dripping down my leg.”

That made him stop grinning. “You’re so sexy I can hardly stand it.”

I laughed, clenching my legs together. “Okay, but seriously! Gravity is a thing, even in vaginas! Move!”

He snatched the tissue from the small shelving unit faster than I’d ever seen him move. He even ripped open the packaging and passed me an entire roll.

Thank God.

I wasn’t lying.

I could feel it dripping.

It felt like recklessness and, well, semen. Which didn’t feel all that great, in fairness.

I tore off tissue and wadded it up to clean up as Chase reached for another roll of tissue for himself. It was gross, and I had nowhere to store the tissue that I’d already used.

Seriously. This was why public sex wasn’t all that great. It was messier than normal. Not that my cleaning closet was public, but it was public enough.

“Rae? Where are you?”

Both of us froze at the sound of Sophie’s voice.

“Oh my God,” I whispered.

Chase paused, hand wrapped around his dick with tissue.

“Clean up and put that thing away before you take out someone’s eye,” I hissed, I quickly wiped and threw the roll at him. It bounced off his chest onto the floor, and with a quick adjustment of my panties, I darted out of the closet and through the store where Sophie was standing with her phone in her hand.

“Hey. What’s up?” I wiped my hands down my dress to make sure it wasn’t tucked into my panties or something.

“Oh my God! Where were—” She froze mid-spin as her eyes land on me. “What the hell have you been doing?”

Panic. Abort mission. Run away. “What do you mean?”

Soph frowned. “Your hair is a mess, and you have—” She gasped. “You had sex!”

I didn’t know what to do, so I stood there, eyes wide, totally frozen. “Um.”

“Hey, Soph. What’s up?” Chase strolled into the room like he hadn’t just had his hand around his cock sixty seconds ago.

I bit the inside of my cheek.

Soph’s mouth dropped open, and she made some incoherent noises as she pointed between us both.

“What’s wrong with her?” Chase nudged me.

“I think,” I said, watching my mute best friend. “I think she knows we just had sex.”

“You had sex!” she yelled, still pointing.

“Say it a little louder,” I drawled. “Not everybody heard you.”

She clapped her hands over her mouth and stared at us both. She said something, but it was muffled.

Chase walked over to the fridge and pulled out water. “You need some water over there, Soph? Maybe a shot?”

She took the water he held out and took a long drink before speaking again. “You—what does this mean? Are you back together?”