He kissed me just as he pushed his hand down the front of my shorts. My heart hammered in my chest, and I kissed him with everything I had. His fingers slid against my pussy, and I couldn’t concentrate on anything but that feeling and trying not to freak out.
“God, you’re so wet.” He groaned as his fingers started to move with more determination. He pressed against my clit, and my hips shot forward.
There wasn’t a single part of me that wanted him to stop. My hips were practically chasing the movement of his hand even though I was pinned beneath him.
I could feel his erection pressing into my ass, and I swallowed as I ground my ass against him.
His deep groan only spurred me on, and it felt like I was being pulled in a million different directions. I was chasing my pleasure through his hand in front of me and his pleasure behind me. I felt like I was chasing my own heartbeat, my breathing, my thoughts.
Everything was getting away from me, just out of my grasp, but I chased it still.
Beck pushed a finger inside of me, and I bit my lip to keep myself from making too much noise. He pumped in and out of me as his thumb strummed against my clit.
It was all too much, too fast, and I felt like I was drowning.
I kissed him like he was my only source of air. Like my mere existence depended on the way he touched me.
And part of me feared that it did. I feared that I would never feel anything like this again.
“Oh, God,” I cried against his mouth, but he didn’t waver. His hand only seemed to speed up and move in a way that felt like he was going to ruin me.
My stomach tightened to the point of pain, and I was about to ask him to stop when he pushed his thumb down against my clit, harder than before.
The change of sensation threw me over the edge, and I moaned so loudly that Beck gently shushed me as he brought me down. I sagged against him, my body completely spent, and I watched as he pulled his hand from my pants and slipped his wet fingers into his mouth.
I was too exhausted to look away or to feel embarrassed. His eyes stared into mine, and he moaned around his fingers, and the only thought I had was that I somehow still wanted more.
The insanity wasn’t lost on me. He had just given me more pleasure than I had ever felt in my life, but I didn’t want it to stop. If anything, it only made me crave him more. It made me feel like I was mad.
“Shit.” Beck pushed away from me quickly and snapped open the ice machine door. I barely had enough time to even look up before he grabbed the bucket and started filling it with ice. I didn’t understand what he was doing until Sam pushed through the door.
The door that had been left open. The door that we could have easily been caught through.
I was such a freaking idiot.
Sam looked from Beck to me, then back again, and I knew that he knew something was going on. If he couldn’t tell just from looking at us, I knew that he could hear my thundering heart from across the room.
“What’s going on in here?” His voice boomed, and I startled at the sound.
“I don’t know, Sam,” Beck spoke before I could even think of a simple word. “Maybe you should show your new employees where things are before you send them off in search of things.”
Sam’s face fell the slightest bit and he looked like he had been reprimanded by the boss, and for a moment, I forgot that he had. I hadn’t just been caught fucking around at work. I had been caught with the owner’s son.
“I’m sorry, Josie. I didn’t realize you didn’t know.”
“It’s okay.” I forced a smile and gave Beck a look, telling him to calm down. “I’ve just never been to this side of the club before.”
It wasn’t a complete lie. I hadn’t, but I didn’t need Beck’s help finding the ice machine.
“Beck, if you want to get back, I can finish helping Josie.”
Beck lifted the scoop out of the ice again and finished filling the bucket. He handed the scoop to me as he grabbed the bucket in his hands. He looked like he wanted to say something but thought better of it. Instead, he pushed the bucket into Sam’s hand, then waved him toward the door.
Sam looked between us again, and I knew that he didn’t believe a word we had said. He didn’t have any proof, but he had doubt and that was bad enough. That was enough to make him never hire me in his department.
I followed after Sam as he pushed out the door, but Beck grabbed my hand. I shook my hand from his and took another step. Sam was already on the other side of the door and couldn’t see us, but I didn’t care.
I had already risked enough today. The last thing I needed was to be fired because I was an idiot who just needed one more touch. Beck didn’t share the same concerns.
He walked up behind me, forcing me to a stop with his hands on my hips, and pressed a gentle kiss to my neck.
“This isn’t over,” he whispered, but I didn’t reply. I pushed out the door before I made any more bad decisions when it came to him.
Because I knew he was a bad decision. Every part of him. It didn’t matter that I wanted him and had to force my feet to move me forward and away from him. He was a terrible idea.
I knew that.
But I didn’t care.
I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him. He was
