all the walking.
“Night, guys,” they croak, reaching the door to their cabin.
“My feet are killing me,” I moan, gripping Clayton’s arm.
“Jump on my back,” he offers, stepping in front of me and bending down. When I don’t move, he straightens, facing me. “What?”
“Have you seen my skirt? I’d be flashing my arse to every Tom, Dick and Harry. I have a great arse, but that doesn’t mean I want everyone to see it.”
Laughing, he steps forward, pulling his jacket off. “Jump up front. I’ll cover your great arse with my coat.”
I grin, placing my arms around his neck and heaving myself up, before wrapping my legs around his waist. The cold hits my bare arse as my skirt rides up to my waist. “I knew you liked me.”
He groans as he holds his coat over my arse. Clearing his throat, he says, “Do I need to worry your dad is going to kill me tomorrow?”
“He’ll be too sore over you getting him arrested. Malik, on the other hand, is going to be pissed. But not to worry, we’ve messaged Mum and Aunt Harlow to get them in the morning.”
He shifts me up higher on his body, his hand dropping the jacket a little, causing his hand to slip onto my bare arse. “Sorry,” he croaks.
My clit pulses as it rubs across his abdomen. I bite my lip, concerned that when I get down, he’ll see how turned on I am.
I run my finger along his temple, unable to look away. “Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?”
Every neuron fires, every skin cell tingles, and the hairs on the back on my neck stand on end as electricity passes between us.
His lips part as his lids lower, pooling with desire. “Hayden,” he whispers hoarsely.
“Clayton,” I murmur, clenching my thighs around him.
“Fuck it!” he growls, marching us off the path and to the side of a building, into the shadows where we can’t be seen.
“Clay—”
His lips mesh with mine, his tongue teasing mine as he presses me against the wall, his jacket forgotten.
He places a possessive hand on my cheek, tilting my chin up to deepen the kiss, before pulling away and kissing along my jaw and across my neck.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispers, dousing some of my arousal. “I’m your boss.”
“No one has to know. What happens here can stay here,” I partially lie. I might be able to say the words but meaning them is something else entirely. For the first time since I started being intimate with men, I’m unsure how to separate my feelings.
“As soon as we leave, it has to stop,” he breathes out, peppering kisses along my neck as I undo his belt, ignoring the sting of the buckle catching on the inside of my thigh.
“Here?” he asks, inhaling sharply.
“I want you. Call this an appetiser.”
I feel him reach around before hearing a rustle. He leans back, keeping me pinned to the wall by his lower half as he pulls a condom out of his wallet, then drops the wallet on the floor.
“Maybe we should go back to the cabin before someone hears or sees us,” I murmur, even though my body thinks differently as I undo the button on his jeans and unzip him. “Or not.”
I can’t keep my lips off him, flicking my tongue against his as he struggles to get the condom on.
Cold fingers slide up the inside of my thigh and into my thong, his fingers slipping between my legs.
I moan into his mouth, tightening, trapping his fingers inside of me. I can feel how wet I am, how turned on I am.
Unable to resist any longer, I bite his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth. “Fuck me!”
In a rush of movements, he slides his fingers out of me, moving his hands around to my arse as I reach between us, pumping his dick once, twice, before lining it up at my entrance.
The beat of my heart echoes in my ears as I scan our surroundings, wondering if anyone has spotted us or can hear us.
He slips inside of me with one rough thrust, covering my mouth with his when I moan in pleasure. He’s big, and the sensation has me closing my eyes as spasms shoot through my body.
“Quiet,” he warns. “You don’t want anyone to catch me fucking you, do you?”
“Right now, I wouldn’t care,” I groan. “Do that again.”
He thrusts deep inside me again, twisting his hips in a way that hits the