Chapter 4
FOUR
LUKE
She’s sexy as a sin.
And she is just that— a sin.
An immorality I can’t quit.
Clara is, without a doubt, the sweetest sin to have ever graced the earth, and she’s mine. As I walk toward the hallway, I know I should not be doing this here. Not only is this bar overcrowded, but my teammates are everywhere. The likelihood of being noticed is overwhelmingly high.
But seeing that asshole’s hands on Clara was too much for me to ignore. I need to replace his touch with my own. It’s not a want but more of a need at this point.
Once I reach the hall, I glance around, and there’s only one logical thing to do… supply closet .
Standing next to the closet, I wait for Clara to turn the corner. When she does, her eyes widen as I push off the wall and turn toward the door. Reaching for the knob, I gently twist it and tug it open.
I flick the light switch on, step into the space, and wait for her. It’s small, but there’s just enough room for me to press up against her and feel her from the inside. Clara presses against my chest as she slips into the room and closes the door behind her.
Without saying a single word, I lift my hand and cup her jaw. Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers and press my lips against her own. She moans, and I wish we were naked in her bed.
Fuck.
Reaching down, I grab ahold of her ass as I break the kiss and shift my lips toward her neck. I slide them down to the crook of her neck, then open my mouth and suck on the flesh there. Clara whimpers, arching her back as she thrusts her hips forward.
I moan when I feel her hips against my cock, and I harden instantly. There’s going to be a goddamn indent from my zipper on my dick. Releasing her flesh with a pop, I lift my head before I look down into her eyes.
I grip her ass tighter, jerking her skirt up to her hips. Growling against her lips, I speak.
“No man touches you, Clara. Not one,” I demand.
She doesn’t say anything, agreeing or disagreeing with my statement. “I wanted to kill him on sight, baby. You can’t fucking do that shit to me again.”
“You went to a bar on Valentine’s Day,” Clara breathes.
She’s right.
I know she is.
My lips brush across hers. I don’t let her say anything else immediately. When I move my mouth to her ear, she shivers in my arms. I slide one of my hands around her hip to slip my fingers beneath her panties and cup her pussy as she whimpers.
“Fucked up,” I confess. “I didn’t want to be here, and I shouldn’t have been. I should have come to you.”
Clara’s hands rise, and she grips my biceps, holding me tightly as she shifts her head back slightly. I slip two fingers inside of her and curl them as I press my palm against her clit.
“No man gets any part of you, especially this. It’s mine, baby.”
Her lips are parted, and her breathing comes out in pants. She doesn’t look away from me. Her gaze is focused on mine, and it’s sexy as fuck. As I continue to move my fingers inside of her, I firmly press my palm against her clit.
“Yes,” Clara exhales. “Yes.”
Her hips buck as she meets my strokes with her own, and then her head falls backward with a cry. Removing my hand from between her legs, I spin her around and tug her panties down to her hips.
I shove my pants down my legs, wrap my fingers around my cock, and stroke myself twice before I align the head of my dick with her center. Reaching out, I grasp her hip and position her body for my intrusion.
The moment I am completely buried inside of her, my head falls back, and my eyes close as I let out a heavy sigh.
That’s when it happens.
The door to the supply closet opens.
Turning my head, I look over to see three women standing in front of us, all three of them with their phones up and recording.
Fuck.
Fucking.
Fuck .