She pressed her lips together, trying to calm her breathing. She didn’t want to give herself away. But when she heard his shoes hit the hardwoods, her teeth bit into her lip. He walked slow but with purpose. She could hear doors being opened, things being moved around. Her heartbeat thrummed in her ears, and the heat from her body clung to her inside the heavy coat, making everything even warmer.
She swallowed past the constriction in her throat. It was like being in a horror movie, straining to hear any movements, any sign that you were about to be caught. Logically, she knew she was in no danger, but her body interpreted things otherwise. Fight-or-flight was welling up in her and twining with the arousal that had been humming there already, heightening everything. Heart pounding, skin prickling.
“You’ve earned yourself one orgasm, Rush,” Donovan called out from down the hall somewhere. “That’s good news. I’d hate for you to go all night without one. The teasing would’ve been fun though.”
She nearly groaned but held it in at the last second. The coat smelled like him. Or what the winter version of Donovan probably smelled like—fresh laundry and charred hickory. Like he’d sat by a fire wearing this coat.
The footsteps moved closer. Step. Step. Step. A door nearby opened. Probably his office. His footfalls moved farther away as he explored the room. But then when he called out that she’d earned number two and number three, his voice sounded much, much closer. Oh shit. This room had to be next.
She tucked her hands in the pockets of the coat, her fists curling, and tried to breathe noiselessly. “Last possible room. You’re running out of hiding spots, Rush. Are you somewhere imagining what I’m going to do to you when I find you? I’m already hard just thinking about it. Maybe I should just take a break, lie on this bed, and give myself a little respite, a little relief.”
The voice was far too close, the words far too tempting. Oh, fuck. He wouldn’t, would he? She wanted to turn and look, to bust out of the closet and see if he was teasing or serious. But she forced herself to stay stock-still. She would not break. She would not let him win that easily. She squeezed her eyes tighter.
But then she heard the faint squeak of bedsprings and the clink of a belt being unbuckled. Oh, Jesus Christ. He so wasn’t playing fair. She’d outright told him how much she wanted to see him touch himself. Now he was going to taunt her with a view she couldn’t have unless she gave herself away? Dirty fighting. That’s what he was doing.
God, she loved it. Loved that he wasn’t going to be a gentleman about this.
When she heard him expel a breath, she broke. She couldn’t do it. She had to turn around. With silent feet, she shifted her body, holding herself rigidly so she wouldn’t knock any of the metal hangers and then leaned around the edge of the coats. The slats in the closet door wouldn’t give her an easy view, but they’d give her something. And when her eyes adjusted to the faint light outside the closet, it gave her more than that. Donovan was stretched out on the bed. He’d taken off his suit coat but the dress shirt was still on, his tie loose and the fly of his slacks
open. And his hand, that beautiful hand with the long fingers and strong grip, was wrapped around his cock.
Everything inside her body clenched like a fist. Shameless didn’t even begin to describe it. He was taking his time, enjoying long, slow glides over that thick, hard flesh. The tip was glossy in the moonlight that shone through the window, and he casually rubbed a thumb over the top, spreading the fluid around the head.
Guh. That was the sound she made. But she swallowed it down before it could slip out.
“This feels good, baby. So fucking good. I’ve done this quite a lot lately, thinking about you.”
He squeezed and rubbed, squeezed and rubbed. The slick sound alone was going to do her in. The spot between her thighs had become a throbbing, slippery disaster. Freshly shaven and without any panties to contain things, she had gotten embarrassingly wet. At each little movement, her flesh slid against itself with a lewd, sensual glide. She was tempted to find a way to clean things up, make it neater. Hide the fact that she was this affected. But she was more tempted to just tuck her hand beneath her dress and get herself off.
Instead, she did nothing, too afraid to miss a second of the tableau in front of her. Donovan stroked fingers over his sac, teasing himself, teasing her. “This is very good. But I shouldn’t have to do this for myself, Marin. It’s not very nice of you to hide from me. You’re going to have to pay for that. I think it’s time you did.”
Her heart jumped into her throat as he casually tucked himself back into his boxers and sat up. His pants were still undone, his erection an intimidating outline against the fabric, but the look in his eye was pure promise. She quickly turned, putting her back to the door, knowing he was going to open it in the next breath.
She pressed the front of her body to the wall and the doors opened with a screech. Cool air moved over her. Every muscle in her body froze, all except the incessant pulsing between her legs. He would see her. She’d moved too quick. Something would be showing. But then he sighed and the doors shut again.
All of her breath sagged out of her. She’d done it! She’d won the game. But before she could take her next breath, the doors were jerked open again and a hand ripped the knit cap off her head.
She shrieked as he wrenched the metal hangers aside. Then he was pressed up against her back, crowding her against the wall in the closet. His erection was hard against her, his lips hot against her ear. “I’d say olly olly oxen free, but we both know that’s a lie. You’re far from free, Dr. Rush.”
27
Marin had no idea why she did it. She wanted Donovan so much it was physically paining her. But her immediate instinct when he grabbed her was to fight back. Maybe it was because she didn’t like losing. Maybe it was because she was startled. Maybe it was because her body had its own ideas. Whatever it was, she thrashed in his grip and tried to break loose.
Donovan lost his hold for a second when the peacoat slipped off. He was probably as surprised as she was by her behavior, but he quickly got an arm around her again, pinning her to the wall. His breath came quick. “Sky color.”
She writhed in his hold, still trying to get free. Her body wanted to fight, but her mind held on to what was happening. “Green.”
She sensed his relief even if his hold on her didn’t ease. “You’re not going anywhere. I don’t even know why you bother trying. You can’t be a cocktease all night, let some other man put his hands on you, then hide from me and expect mercy.”
“Get off of me. You can take care of things yourself.”
“That’s not how this works. I catch you. I keep you. For whatever use I want. And I know just how I want to use you.” He let the hand he had on her waist slide lower, his body still pinning her against the wall. He rucked up her dress with a rough pull and then cupped her. All of that warm, wet welcome was evident. She could feel the shame coming on until he hissed out a breath. “Fuck.”
She loved that she’d thrown him off his game a little, that she’d surprised him. Suddenly, she wasn’t so ashamed at just how much this was working for her. And she wanted to play, too. “Lane really turned me on. I love blonds.”
The growl that came from him was full-on possessive and it sent a hot shiver through her. Two fingers plunged into her pussy without warning, rough and oh so sweet. Her heels came off the ground at the sudden sensation. “You’re not going to know how to spell the word blond once I’m done with you. Lift your hands and hold on to the rod.”
She gasped as he curled his fingers inside her but managed to eke out one word. “No.”