My back arches in reaction as I try to be firm when I tell him, “We’re at school.”
“Tell me to stop,” he says, peppering kisses on my neck while cupping the other breast, each one now in his hands, kneading them.
Hands still in clay, I turn back and look up at him. “You—”
His lips come down on mine, and I groan, opening my mouth. He presses his tongue into it. Then, his lips never leaving mine, he stands and spins me around so I’m facing him.
“My hands,” I murmur against his lips.
“So what?” he says, pushing my skirt up past my knees as he sits back down.
Before I can break the kiss, he grabs the back of my head and kisses me harder. God, he’s an amazing kisser.
I feel his other hand on my ass as he lifts me and pulls me onto his lap.
“Patrick, I—” My mouth snaps shut when I feel his hand run up my leg, and then fingers sliding into me. “This is … This is … This …”
He pulls his fingers out, and then I feel what I assume is the tip of his cock at my opening. Before I can think, he pulls me fully onto his lap as he thrusts into me on one, deep, steeling move.
I fall forward, my hands above me so I don’t ruin his clothes, and lean down to bite into his shoulder, to muffle my cry.
He then cups my ass and stands, his lips on mine, cock fully inside me, unbelievable pleasure rippling through my core, and my back hits the wall. Holding one knee up, he lets the other leg fall. He takes my wrists in one hand and holds them against the wall.
“I missed you.”
I let out a breath, wrapped around a whimper.
“I love you, Savvy.”
“Love you.”
He clamps his teeth into my shoulder, and I curl my fingers down, needing to hold onto something as he pulls almost all the way out then thrusts back in, immediately hitting that spot inside me that causes me to catch fire.
“Oh, God.”
He groans as he mashes his mouth on mine and proceeds to fuck me so good, so deep that it doesn’t even matter where we are.
He moves his mouth down my jaw, saying, “Fucking addicting. So hot. So wet. So. Fucking. Good.” With his big hands, he pushes up my skirt and grabs my ass. Lifting me, he hisses, “Wrap them around me.”
I do as he says, and he fucks me harder, faster. He doesn’t slow; he just keeps going. His skillful thrusts hit me over and over in just the right spot until my entire body tenses around him. Pushing me against the wall again, he lets go of one of my ass cheeks and reaches between us to rub my clit.
“Come for me, Savvy, come with me.”
“Oh, God. Oh, yes. Oh—”
“Fuuuuckkkk.”
My orgasm rips through me as his pumps out of him.
I rest my head on his shoulder as I try to catch my breath.
“Savvy,” he pants.
“Hmm?”
“I can’t wait to do that again.”
I can’t help but smile, and then laugh. “Next time, a little warning?”
“No.”
* * *
“Hello, everyone, I’m Patrick Steel, your emcee for tonight’s first annual Seashore Sit Down and Listen Fundraiser and Talent Show.”
I stand in the back of the room and watch him talk about the charities in which tonight’s fundraiser will support. Seashore’s art department is getting what they originally planned to charge admission to the show—ten dollars a ticket. The dinners we had planned on doing ourselves are now catered at a reduced price of fifty dollars a head which, to me, was a bit much, but it also meant there was no cost for renting the space.
“Three students sat down and tossed an idea around a table in pottery class. They hammered out a plan and presented it to the art department. That idea has raised five hundred thousand dollars for the charities that those students saw as in need of funding. Tonight, you’ll be helping a mobile mental health unit that will service communities in need, you’ll be helping provide necessities for several homeless shelters in the area, and you’ll be helping children of domestic abuse.”
Chloe nudges me. “I didn’t know we added the last.”
“Me neither.” I smile as I watch him as they all applaud.
“On top of that, you sparked a passion in one of those three students for the arts. The plates you’ll be served on tonight took over three months to craft by hand. I was able to watch her work, and it was truly inspirational. No pressure, Miss Sutton, but I believe you’ll see this happen again next year, and I believe that’s not going to be the end of her artistic ventures.”
Again applause, and I also kind of want to kill him.
“Because of Miss Sutton, she inspired not only the art department of Seashore Academy, but the Steel family, who has adopted three public schools in the area. This year, they will be receiving the equipment needed for their students to learn the art of pottery. Art should never be seen as a privilege.”
Thunderous applause fills the room.
“I’d like to give you the opportunity to do even more.” I see him try to hide a smile. “In just a few minutes, four men will be walking around to take donations so that we can do just that. And together, they will match your donations up to half a million dollars.”
“What’s going on?” Roach asks.
“Honestly, I have no idea.”
“I know some of you may be disappointed, but I won’t be opening the show.”
The audience grumbles.
He holds up his hand. “I will be closing, but”—he waves for someone with a huge grin on his face—“after they have collected your donations, they’re going to take the stage and open the show.”
I watch as the room erupts in applause. Some people even stand, whistling, and camera lights are flashing.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Ziggy gasps.
“Who are they?” I ask.
Roach throws an arm
