Page 166 of Fury
She wrapped herself around him, kissed him hard, and thrust against him. The kiss was an assault of tongues and teeth, their guttural groans unlike anything she’d ever heard. Their feral sounds and their near-brutal kissing had her grinding hard against his shaft. She couldn’t slow, didn’t want to stop.
The euphoria spun her higher and higher, his hard thrusting hurling her toward an orgasm. “Coming so hard,” she hissed as she surrendered to the ecstasy.
He grunted through his orgasm, his kiss intensifying as he released inside her. Their wild kiss slowed as their bodies stilled. Him, nestled in her. Their breathing thundering in her ears while he kissed her softly again and again.
“I’m out of control around you,” he said. “Fucking out of control.”
“I love how you took me,” she whispered. “Mygod, that’s sexy.”
“I can’t get enough of you,” he rasped. “I need more.”
“I can go all night.” Her attention was diverted when someone walked by. “Karen’s watching us. She’s in a black mask, but it’s her.”
“Let’s get outta here,” he murmured.
“So, you’ve had your way with me, and you’re tossing me aside?” she teased.
He kissed her. “I want you in my bed.”
You gotta do it.
They retreated into a restroom, cleaned up, and dressed. He, in his street clothes. She, into her pink dress. Before she’d even reached behind to zip herself, Carrera was right there. “I got you.”
As he zipped, he paused to kiss her bare skin.
While leaving the room, Slash spotted Karen glaring at her. In her hands, she held a spray sanitizer and a rag.
“Three o’clock,” Slash said.
As Carrera held open the door for her, he glanced over his shoulder. They made their way through the noisy club, the pulsing music and beehive of clubbers a far cry from the sexy ambiance of the private room.
Once outside, Carrera said, “Karen’s got clean-up duty.”
“She was shooting daggers at me pretty good. Did you give her another reason to hate me?”
“I was just my normal charming self.” He opened the passenger door of the SUV, waited for her to climb in.
“She probably has a massive crush on you and wanted to check you out.”
He kissed her, shut her car door.
As he drove out of the parking lot, he said, “Karen’s boyfriend is Greg.”
Whoa, that’s big.
“Nice job,” she said.
He flashed her a smile. “All for you, babe.”
“Do you think the man in her office was Greg?”
“Yeah, and I’m thinking we should stake out the club from the parking lot. If we see him go in, we attach a tracker to his vehicle.”
“I like that.”
He wrapped his hand around her thigh. “We’re good together.”
Rather than respond to his comment, she entwined her fingers through his. In the dark car, he glanced over. She met his gaze.
