Getting Her Back

The door opens and Christian pulls me inside, still completely naked. Then the door is closed and he has me up against it before I can blink. He’s close, and I can’t breathe, that same heat I felt in his gaze slithering up and out and I feel it pulling us closer together. “You’re not dressed,” I manage to say.

“No, I’m not.”

He’s staring at me, our faces close enough that he could kiss me if I hadn’t already told him that he couldn’t. “Why?”

“Because,” he says, pulling my bag off my shoulder and dropping it to the floor, “I just had to spend three hours staring at you, and now I want what happens next.” Christian leans forward, pressing his lips to my neck, and my eyes close in spite of myself.

“Christian…”

“You’re going to say we can’t. But you’re wrong.”

I don’t open my eyes, because I don’t want to see how convincing he can be. “Why’s that?”

His lips brush up to my ear. “You can get pregnant any time. Maybe you’ll get lucky. Plus, we both get pleasure. This is a win-win.”

The way he’s pressed up against me, it’s hard to argue with. “We’re supposed to keep some distance,” I say. “This isn’t part of the deal.”

“So?” he smirks. “Audrey, we’re not dating. We’re fucking. I want you, and there’s no downside to this.”

He runs his hand up my side and I shudder. “We can’t,” I say. “Not here.”

“There’s nobody left, why not?”

Teeth on my skin as he pushes my top off my shoulder. “There are people downstairs. The gallery—God…” The way he licks across my collarbone renders me speechless.

“We can go to the apartment if you like,” he says, “and I can take my time with you. But I want you here. Now. And to sweeten the deal, you know that twice the sex means twice the chance you get pregnant. Though I’d be willing just to do it for fun.”

Those words startle my eyes open. I’ve barely thought about that. This whole class and the way he pulled me in here, pregnancy has only just now passed through my thoughts. It’s been mostly him. What does that mean? He releases the top button on my shirt, mouth dipping down to my breasts, and I lose all the thoughts in my brain. “Christian,” I say, but I don’t know where I’m going with it. All I know is that I want more. “We shouldn’t.”

“Then tell me to stop.”

I sigh, relaxing into his arms, and reaching up to undo the rest of the buttons myself. Christian practically growls, catching up with me and undoing my belt, shoving my pants off my hips. I catch a glimpse of him, fully hard now. We don’t bother with the rest of my clothes, and Christian picks me up, pressing me against the door. I reach between us, fitting him against me and he slides in. I let my head drop onto his shoulder, moaning.

Every bit of arousal I’d been pushing down during the class floods through me, and suddenly I’m so wet I’m dripping. Christian thrusts, hard and fast, fingers digging into my hips as he holds me against the door. We’re pressed so close, every movement of his hips grinds against my clit. So fast—I’m close, so quickly, it makes my head spin. I squeeze down on him and Christian groans, moving faster. The door behind us might as well be a headboard the way we’re making it bounce, and I don’t fucking care. Everyone in the gallery could be waiting outside the door and I wouldn’t care, I don’t want him to stop.

I’m panting now, pleasure building to that moment where I hang on the edge and everything is perfect before the storm. It’s swirling in my gut and through my core and oh—

I let go, break open, and I’m holding my breath so that I don’t scream. Christian’s there too, and he makes a low sound as he comes, heat filling me up and making me come again. This closet is dim but it’s brilliant behind my eyes. All I can see is light, all I can feel is light, and it burns for another fierce moment before abandoning me.

I lean my head back against the door as we both come to stillness. Christian is still stiff inside me, and he doesn’t move. Holding himself in place so every bit of his sperm has time to sink into me. “That was nice,” I say.

Christian chuckles. “I think we both know it was more than nice.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You’re very impressed with yourself.”

That smirk is back. “I made you come in less than five minutes with no foreplay. I’m very impressive.”

“Asshole,” I say, and he laughs. “I do want to know though, if you were this horny how you kept from getting hard the whole class. You were worried.”