Her whispers were hot against my ear as I thrust into her one last time. I felt my cock exploding, painting her walls with threads of my come. We slid down the wall, her entire body shaking against me as I peppered her neck with kisses. I hit my knees as she clung to me, her face buried in my neck as her hands held onto the jacket of my suit.
I breathed her in, knowing she would retreat into her shell the moment this all passed.
I didn’t move until she pulled herself away from me. My cock slid from her, flopping against my lap as she stood. I tucked myself back in as she pulled her pants up, neither of us having anything to clean ourselves off with. The fire alarm had stopped sounding, and we could hear footsteps. It was probably the firemen, checking every level to make sure no one was trapped or hurt.
I took the time to right my suit, smoothing out any wrinkles as Sam’s voice sounded behind me.
“I still have a job to do,” she said.
“I know.”
“I’m not your girlfriend.”
“Never asked you to be.”
“Good,” she said. “Because I can’t be. I allowed myself to get distracted again. I can’t let that happen any longer.”
I wanted to argue with her and tell her that she was the one who kissed me. She was the one who ushered in the moment that time. She could have as easily pushed me away. She could have told me to back the fuck up with that bold personality and that sharp tongue of hers. But she hadn’t. She wanted me as much as I wanted her.
But I didn’t have the energy to argue with her, no matter how much it hurt.
“Someone was trying to get you out of your office,” Sam said.
“Could’ve just been a false pull,” Derek said. “It happens.”
“Until someone’s no longer trying to kill you, then it means someone was trying to get you out of your office. And if that’s the case, then the harasser was close. In the building, to be exact. I’ll need a—”
“List of everyone who swiped in and out today. Got it,” I said.
“Something wrong?” she asked with a bite.
“I’m not worried. I get you are, but I’m not. I have this washroom suite for a purpose. I have this elevator-slash-panic room for a purpose.”
“You should be worried. They’re getting too close, and we’re nowhere near figuring out who the fuck it is.”
“Sam, you’re not listening to me.”
“I read you loud and clear. It’s not possible for you to be any more obvious to the fact that you don’t care what happens to yourself, and you don’t care what happens to your well-being or to the people who were hired to protect you and-”
I grabbed her arm and spun her around, causing her to whip her gaze up at me. I held her tightly, forcing her to look at me as she ripped her arm away from my grasp. Her eyes were heated. Her face was angry. But her body.
Her body was still weak, holding a slight tremble like she hadn’t fully recuperated from our passionate session in the elevator.
“I’m not worried because I have you protecting me, Sam.”
Her eyes danced between mine before she cleared her throat.
“I’m going to have John watch you for the next few nights.”
“Then who’s gonna watch Jacob?” I asked.
“I’ll have someone on his detail, don’t worry. I’m not leaving him alone, but I’ve got some other things I need to check into, and John’s the only person I trust with you right now.”
“Jacob needs to be protected.”
“And he will be because I’m here,” she said.
I heard voices behind the elevator door as Sam took one last look at herself in the stainless steel reflection of the wall. We stood in front of the doors as the firemen inserted their key, whipping the doors open so we could get out. Sam pushed through them, and I followed in a swift motion, feeling their eyes on our backs as we left the washroom suite.