Page 107 of First-Time Caller
“Aiden,” she whines, her nose in the hollow of my throat, and yeah. I could definitely come like this. Her nails scratch at the back of my neck. “Please, please, please.”
I rock her harder, my hand under her shirt rushing to pull down the other side of her bra. I dip my head and press my mouth against her through the thin material of her sweater, teeth scraping against her nipple. I’m almost as frantic as she is, hands shaking, wild, unrestrained noises caught in the back of my throat. I need her to come. I need her to come before I lose the tether I have on myself and yank her jeans down around her knees and bend her over the metal shelf.
She knots her fingers through my hair and I rumble out a low groan. Her body tenses against mine and she goes deathly quiet, nothing but a sharp intake of air.
“That’s it.” I tuck my forehead to hers, watching the way she moves against me. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
She nods, frantic, hands still grabbing at me. I shush her quietly, wedging one hand between her legs, giving her the pressure she needs. I grind the heel of my hand against her until she’s shaking, until her body pulls tight.
“Aiden,” she chokes out, and her teeth sink into my collarbone. I can feel her orgasm rush through her but I wish I could see it too. I wish I could see what color her cheeks turn. If her eyes go lazy and dark.
I still the hand I have pressed between her legs. Her heart is thundering, her breath uneven.
“Good?” I ask.
She nods and then nods some more. “Yeah, uh. Very good. Thank you.” She laughs and it’s the best fucking sound I’ve ever heard. I brush a kiss across her forehead.
“Did not expect that for today,” she mumbles softly. She tugs at my hair and guides my mouth to hers for a gentle kiss. I pull my hand from beneath her shirt and tug on the hem, straightening her the best I can.
“Me neither.”
I feel the curve of her smile. “It seemed premeditated.”
“Nah.” I shake my head, grit my teeth, and put some space between us. Now that I’m not so focused on Lucie, I’m aware of the situation in my pants. I’m so hard I’m throbbing. I swear I can feel it in the base of my spine. I sigh. “I definitely didn’t plan on having a boner at work today.”
Lucie snickers, a hand in the dark reaching out to trace me through thick denim. I make a noise that sounds like a whimper. I cuff her wrist with my fingers and hold her still with a squeeze.
“Not right now,” I grunt. Christ. There’s no scenario where I would not embarrass myself if Lucie put her hands on me right now.
“That’s not very fun.”
I lift her hand to my mouth and brush a kiss to her palm. “I’m pretty sure we’re late for the broadcast. Maggie is going to start banging on doors any second.” I’m surprised she isn’t already. But maybe Jackson’s pudding situation is more dire than I thought.
“You don’t want—”
“Lucie.” I stamp a kiss over her lips. “Want isn’t the issue. Of course I want. I’vebeenwanting. But I need to go sit in a booth with you for a couple of hours, and I won’t be able to if we do anything else in this tiny closet.” I lean forward and brush another gentle kiss against her mouth. “Maybe we can have more fun later.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” I whisper, feeling unsure. I’m suddenly sixteen again, asking out the girl I’ve been crushing on. “If you . . . if you want.”
Circle yes if you like me too.
My eyes have adjusted enough for me to see the smile she’s trying to tuck away. “Yeah,” she says quietly. “I want.”
“All right.” I let myself have one more kiss. Then she sucks at my bottom lip and one more kiss turns into my body pressing hers back into the shelf. She laughs. I groan and tap her ass. “Get back out there.”
She tries to wiggle past me and we fumble around the closet. My elbow smacks into the shelf. Lucie steps into a mop bucket and goes sliding two feet to the left. A metal bowl falls to the ground with a loud clang and Lucie laughs, loud and bright and breathless.
I wrench open the door and light spills into the room. Lucie looks an absolute mess. Hair tangled, sweater tugged down over one shoulder, cheeks flushed pink.
“Out,” I whisper, and she grins.
I slam the door shut behind her, draping myself back in the dark of the supply closet. I can hear her laughing on the other side. My smile stretches to match.
“Trouble,” I mutter to myself, dragging my hand down my face. I don’t know if I’m talking about her or me or the painful erection I’m sporting. The way my heart is pounding in my chest.
I’m in so much fuckingtrouble.
