I smiled at Mr. Clermont before turning and following Beck out the door. I didn’t know what I had expected after I said that, but it wasn’t for him to actually do it.
I had expected him to push back. I had expected and wanted him to fight me. I was craving a fight.
I closed the door behind me and stared at Beck who leaned against the wall across from me. He looked like he wanted to say something. I was dying for him to say something, but he just glared.
He was angry, but he also looked like he was hungry. He looked like he could devour me in a moment’s time.
And even though I had no experience when it came to the matter, I still wanted to know what it would feel like.
The thought of being devoured by someone like Beck made me lose my breath.
“What game are you playing?” He cocked his head to the side, and a rush of fear ran through me.
“I’m not playing a game.” I pushed my hair out of my face and walked away from him. He may have had time for this sort of thing, but I didn’t. I actually did have a job to do.
I felt him behind me a moment before his body hit mine. I was too shocked to say a word. Too shocked to do anything as his body pressed into my back.
His left hand gripped my upper arm as if he thought I would run away, but I was stuck to the spot. With his harsh breath on my neck, his hard body behind me, I could barely think, let alone move.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Josie?” His mouth was near my ear, and the memory of him biting the sensitive flesh came back full force. I squirmed, attempting to put some space between us, but he held me tightly against him.
And I felt every inch of him against me as if there was nothing separating us.
I took a sharp breath as I felt his hard erection at my lower back, and I could practically feel his smile against my neck.
“I need to get back to work.” I barely recognized my voice.
“Hmm.” His lips vibrated against my skin, and I tried to catch my breath. My chest was vibrating with something: fear, anxiety, anticipation. I didn’t know which, but I knew that I couldn’t get a deep enough breath to think straight. “You think you’ll get fired if they know where you are.”
His hand tightened on my arm and his other hand snaked around the front of my neck. His fingers pressed into my tender skin, and I knew he could probably feel my erratic heartbeat hammering against his fingers.
Regardless of how I tried to act, he could feel every bit of how nervous he made me.
“If they knew that I was touching you in the halls where anyone can see.”
I hadn’t even thought about that. I try to move out of his hold, but he dug his fingers tighter against me. He had no intentions of letting me go.
Not that easily.
“Let me go, Beck.”
He gripped my chin in his fingers, and I winced at the force of his hold. “Say it like you really mean it, and I will.” His body somehow seemed to get impossibly closer. I couldn’t stop myself as I reached behind me and gripped his thigh to hold myself steady. If he noticed, he didn’t let it show. “Say it like you don’t want me to take you into the next room and fuck you hard against the wall.”
The sound of my breathing was the only thing I could hear.
I had never been touched like this, never spoke to in such a way that I couldn’t even concentrate.
“Let me go.”
I knew the moment the words passed my lips they were no more convincing. I wasn’t even convincing myself. Not with the way his middle finger drew small circles against the rapid pulsing in my neck. I could practically feel that exact movement between my thighs.
“Say please.” His left hand gently moved down my arm at a lazy pace, and I looked down and watched as it barely missed the side of my breast. He was teasing me. Logically, I knew that, but I didn’t want him to stop.
I was an idiot, but his hands felt too good and the throbbing between my legs seemed to be the only thing I could think about.
It didn’t matter that his dad, my boss, could catch us at any second. It didn’t matter that anyone could. I just wanted him to touch me. To give me more.
His hand skimmed from my arm to my stomach, and it trembled beneath him. He was barely even touching me, his hand on my stomach a stark contrast to the hand still holding my face, but I could feel every small inch of movement as if it was being burned into me.
He toyed with the buttons of my shirt, the movement of his fingers captivating every part of me before he’d stop, and I couldn’t stop the way my body arched into his touch, silently begging him for more.
He gave me what I wanted, the slightest amount more than the moment before, then he would take it away. A push and pull. A chase and torment.
His fingers pushed harder, the tips touching the top of my pants, and I couldn’t stop the soft whimper that left my lips.
What the hell was happening with me?
I knew I shouldn’t want him with absolute and complete certainty, but I did.
I wanted him more in that moment than I had ever wanted anything else.
“Please,” I said it so quietly, but I knew he heard me.
His breath was harsh against my neck, and it did nothing to help the way my heart hammered against my chest. I tightened my
