I grabbed her hands from my hair and pinned them above her head. Our lips battled for dominance, my hips rocking into hers. She was quivering, breathing heavily as our bodies writhed against one another. I could feel her exhaustion from her first orgasm settling in, her body giving itself over to me as I fucked her against the wall. The elevator was filling with our heat, swirling with our scents, and showering us with memories. I nipped at her cheek. Her shoulders. Her breasts. Our fingers intertwined and our hands pressed into the wall as her legs clung to me as tightly as they could.
This woman was powerful. Strong. Fluid and graceful. The more danger we found ourselves in, the closer I felt to her. The more she opened up to me, the more vulnerable I became. She was independent and self-serving. Stubborn and hotheaded. She was everything I had never dated, and everything I had ever needed.
“I’m so close,” she said in a whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”
The sound was delicate, soft like a whisper against the wind. I rolled deeply into her hips, setting a momentum her tired body could keep up with. I could feel her pussy fluttering around my cock, sucking me deeper as it began to milk me for what I had. I buried my face into the crook of her neck, our hands sliding down the wall before I relinquished her touch. I threaded my arms around her and held her close, my hips stuttering and my legs shaking.
“Sam. Sweet hell, you feel so good.”
“It’s happening. It’s close. I can feel it. I can feel you, Derek.”
Her whispers were hot against my ear as I thrust into her one last time. I felt my cock exploding, painting her walls with threads of my come. We slid down the wall, her entire body shaking against me as I peppered her neck with kisses. I hit my knees as she clung to me, her face buried in my neck as her hands held onto the jacket of my suit.
I breathed her in, knowing she would retreat into her shell the moment this all passed.
I didn’t move until she pulled herself away from me. My cock slid from her, flopping against my lap as she stood. I tucked myself back in as she pulled her pants up, neither of us having anything to clean ourselves off with. The fire alarm had stopped sounding, and we could hear footsteps. It was probably the firemen, checking every level to make sure no one was trapped or hurt.
I took the time to right my suit, smoothing out any wrinkles as Sam’s voice sounded behind me.
“I still have a job to do,” she said.
“I know.”
“I’m not your girlfriend.”
“Never asked you to be.”
“Good,” she said. “Because I can’t be. I allowed myself to get distracted again. I can’t let that happen any longer.”
I wanted to argue with her and tell her that she was the one who kissed me. She was the one who ushered in the moment that time. She could have as easily pushed me away. She could have told me to back the fuck up with that bold personality and that sharp tongue of hers. But she hadn’t. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.
But I didn’t have the energy to argue with her, no matter how much it hurt.
“Someone was trying to get you out of your office,” Sam said.
“Could’ve just been a false pull,” Derek said. “It happens.”
“Until someone’s no longer trying to kill you, then it means someone was trying to get you out of your office. And if that’s the case, then the harasser was close. In the building, to be exact. I’ll need a—”
“List of everyone who swiped in and out today. Got it,” I said.
“Something wrong?” she asked with a bite.
“I’m not worried. I get you are, but I’m not. I have this washroom suite for a purpose. I have this elevator-slash-panic room for a purpose.”
“You should be worried. They’re getting too close, and we’re nowhere near figuring out who the fuck it is.”
“Sam, you’re not listening to me.”
“I read you loud and clear. It’s not possible for you to be any more obvious to the fact that you don’t care what happens to yourself, and you don’t care what happens to your well-being or to the people who were hired to protect you and-”
I grabbed her arm and spun her around, causing her to whip her gaze up at me. I held her tightly, forcing her to look at me as she ripped her arm away from my grasp. Her eyes were heated. Her face was angry. But her body.