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to have her has become too much. I can’t take it any longer. Fuck waiting. Fuck taking my time. I need her now.

She sees the change in my expression as I stalk towards her. “Nolan?”

“I’ve got to have you.”

“When?” she laughs.

“Now.”

“Here?”

‘Where else?”

“Bu—”

My lips are on hers before she can get the word out.

CHAPTER TWELVE

LINNEA

I break away breathless. We’re sweating, heaving. “How long do we have?”

Nolan checks his watch. “Ten minutes.”

I kiss him again, hands flat against the solid wall of his chest. My heart’s drumming hard and there’s a flicker of heat lighting up the insides of my thighs that’s close to scorching. We might only have ten minutes, but I’d rather a quickie than self-combustion.

I push myself away from him, each ragged breath forced from my mouth in a harsh rush, breasts lifting and falling in time. I take off my bra, toss it into his locker with the rest of our stuff, and close the door.

I turn and walk backwards until the cold flat of a locker presses against me. In quite a show of contortion, I lift my left leg and scissor my heel against the handle of a locker to the right. I reach down and hook the crotch of my thong aside, conscious of how wet I am already, the slick need building between my legs. “Better get to work.”

Nolan comes against me hard, slamming me against the locker at my back, shuttling his lips to mine and his tongue going deep, an urgency there that’s almost scary. I haven’t seen this determination from him before, this hardline frenzy.

But he’s needed elsewhere.

I place my hands on the top of his head and firmly press him down.

He complies, getting to his knees on the concrete floor and separating the delicate petals of my sex.

I see the honey-coated look in his eyes as he studies me, the way his abs open and accordion below. He looks like a man possessed.

Hungry.

There’s a split second where time hangs before he’s against me. I pull in a choppy breath as his tongue parts the tender lips of my pussy, darting into the hot space beyond. He works shallow and fast, fucking me with his mouth, using every texture and angle at his disposal.

I keep one hand on the top of his head, rocking myself against his face. The other slaps against the locker beside me, the sound loud enough to echo off the walls.

I know the reserves won’t be here for another ten minutes, but there’s a naughty thrill in possibly getting caught I can’t help but keep at the back of my mind. The thought of somebody stumbling in and seeing this—me splayed, naked, against the lockers, Nolan lapping at my pussy like a hungry dog—is nothing short of delicious.

I’ve never done anything like this before; not in public, but Nolan has that effect on me—makes me want to do things I never dreamed of.

I take the hand off the lockers and hold a breast high. It’s plump in my hand, my nipple swollen and dusty pink against the center of my palm. Heat and energy pulse between my erogenous zones, Nolan concentrating on my clit but the thong becoming a distraction as he tries to hold the crotch away.

“Take it off,” I tell him, speaking in broken syllables, wanting nothing more to be completely bare before him, at his mercy.

He tries to tug the thong away, but my leg is still lifted. It’s not working.

He pulls but still it won’t go, stretched out tight around my thigh. He gives up and reaches up with two hands, a single grunt as the crotch is torn in two. He tosses what’s left to the floor and resumes lapping at my clit.

“God,” I breathe out, emptying my lungs but feeling my chest fill with something new, something terrifying.

He’s getting greedy below, sucking at my lips, sliding two fingers inside me and shoveling them into my core with little decorum until I’m a wet, molten mess at his lips.

I grunt and writhe against him, crotch colliding with his chin as my breathing becomes labored and irregular. He’s created a tension inside me that’s becoming tighter and tighter with every brush of his tongue, a deep and connected urgency that’s close to cataclysmic.

I don’t care if I’m hurting him, could well snap his neck I’m bucking so hard, but the need is too much.

I almost claw his head off when he pulls away, rising and smiling at me.

I give an agonized gasp. “What