Free Rocked in the Dark by Clara Bayard

Let alone the strong likelihood that there was a security camera trained on us.
But when Rick’s fingernail scraped over the pebbled tip of one breast, I resolved to not care one tiny bit. There was no room in my brain for logic or concern. It was flooded with desire and I wanted it. Needed it. Escape. Recklessness.
I moaned and hitched one leg up around his body, pulling him closer. I could feel the length of him, pressing against his jeans, straining the fabric.
Suddenly, I was like a thing possessed. Scratching and clawing, shoving clothes aside to get to his bare skin. The velvet softness with steel core of muscles below. Heavenly.
Rick lifted me up higher against the wall, bracing my legs around his hips. My mouth found his ear and I nipped and then tugged at it. He cupped my breasts, kneading them before slipping one hand down to the seam of my jeans, over my heated core, tight with desire for him.
He paused and looked into my eyes, whether for permission or not, I didn’t care.
To make my intentions clear, I reached down and flicked open the button on my pants before curling my hands over his broad shoulders.
Rick chuckled low and pushed his hand down between my panties and my skin. I shuddered at the first touch as his fingers raked through my damp curls to the center of my body. I was so ready. It took a few tries for him to find the angle he wanted, but each attempt sent his thick fingers across my crease and the tiny bud above, driving me closer and closer to losing control completely.
And then, he managed it. Slid one digit inside me. I let out a sound more like a wail than a moan and my head fell back against the wall. Hanging there, supported by it and his body, all I could do was hold on tight.
He pressed in and then retreated only to start all over again. Teasing and maddening. My core tightened around his finger, my moisture easing the way, drawing him back again and again.
With another finger he circled my clit and I lost it. Screaming and clawing at his arms I exploded. The climax was razor sharp and my eyes squeezed shut as I rode out the peak before collapsing against him, my cheek on his chest, feeling the thundering of his heart.
“We have to get out of here,” Rick muttered.
I smiled, but didn’t raise my head. “Why?”
“Because I need to be inside you and I don’t have a condom.”
The idea, that if he did, he planned to use it right there thrilled me. It was ridiculous and incredibly stupid, but that made it even more erotic.
I licked my dry lips and looked up at him. His fingers were still poised over my entrance, stroking gently. “That is a shame.”
His eyes were hooded with desire. “You would let me, wouldn’t you. Fuck you right here, right now. Against this wall?”
I smiled and shook my head. “No.” I pulled his hand away from me and lowered myself to the floor so I was standing, but still pressed tightly against him. “I wouldn’t let you. I’d make you. And it wouldn’t be against the wall. I’d lay you down on the floor and climb on top.”
He shuddered against me, hips flexing. “Give me your phone,” he said through gritted teeth.
I feigned innocence. “Why?”
“Because if they don’t get us out of here in the next thirty seconds I’m opening those doors with my teeth.”
I gave him the phone and turned away to get my clothes back in order. As my excitement faded a little, doubts crept in. This was a mistake. Again. And worse this time. But, casting a look over at Rick, I knew it didn’t matter. My brain wasn’t in charge when he was close to me. My body craved him. Needed him. And now that I’d had another taste, I wasn’t going to be able to fight it much longer.
Sure, I could have played the game. Kept avoiding him, ignoring the heated looks and sexual charge. But, the truth was, I didn’t want to. I knew I should, but I couldn’t be bothered. This wasn’t going to be some epic love affair.
The whole point of this new phase in my career was living