Page 80 of Haunt the Mall
The lights dimmed, and I turned to the entryway. Thankfully, by the elegant stalking silhouette, I could tell my man was delivering my meal.
“Right on time.” I grinned and stroked my cross. “I didn’t think you could be any more attractive, but now that you’re bringing me lunch, I see I was mistaken.”
“I aim to please.” He bowed and presented me with the chicken nuggets.
“Thank you, good sir.” I held up a fry. “Can I tempt you to sit?”
“You don’t need to bribe me.” Still, he snatched the fry in one bite and nipped my fingertips.
I giggled and cozied up next to him. Everything was already better. “How’s your shift been?”
“Fine.” He slunk his arm around my shoulder. “Yours?”
“Ugh, it’s been—” I bit back the rest of that sentence. Last time I’d complained about my day, he’d given me a speech about boundaries. And he probably didn’t want to get too deep. At least with feelings. Or families.
“What?” He brushed my hair behind my ear and kissed my neck.
My pulse jumped at the brush of his lips. “Chaotic,” I gasped.
“Do you need a release?” His fingers spread under my skirt.
I wasn’t one to turn down an orgasm.
I nodded and spread my knees. This man did something to me. His whispers seduced the strongest, darkest parts of my psyche. I needed to feed the inner beast.
We leaned toward one another, a breath away from bliss—but then two people hurried into the theater. We snapped apart faster than lightning could strike…or Victor could touch anything wet and waiting.
“Shit,” I whispered. I still needed that release. But as kinky as we were, I wasn’t sure where we stood on other people accidentally witnessing him finger me.
Victor obscured his mouth with the hand that’d been teasing my thigh and fixed his gaze on the screen. “We could rendezvous in theater thirteen.”
Our special place. It had comfy seating. And privacy. While I kind of did want to see this demon movie, Victor’s offer was more intriguing.
I slid the food tray aside. “What should I do with my dinner?”
“It’ll keep.”
He took my hand and led me through the darkness, down the hall, and into our private sanctum. The door had barely closed behind us when he pressed me into the divide.
I gasped at the impact of my back against the wall, my shock swallowed by his kiss. He pinned me and sucked my lips. Moaning, I wrapped my leg around his hip and ground against him for relief. I was splayed and savored in all the best ways.
His phone buzzed.
He ignored it to kiss down to my chest.
“Victor, yes.” I panted, raking my hands through his hair.
We were all over each other: desperate and hungry.
But amid our lust, his phone kept vibrating.
“Either silence that or put it against my clit,” I joked.
He snorted and pulled back to check the screen. “Sorry, I…” He frowned and scanned the notifications, his grip loosening on my legs. “Oh.”
Shit. “Did something bad happen?” I asked.
“No, not yet. But I do need to manage something for a second. Stay here.” He shoved his phone back in his pocket and hurried towards the exit. “I’ll be right back.”