“Hello there,” she panted, and ground herself against the bulge already pressing into her hip.
“Hi. I’ve been dreaming of this for days. Actually, I never stop dreaming of this.”
“You dream of having sex with me in a pantry?” she said, and grazed her teeth against his jaw, absolutely ravenous for him.
“Like I said, I dream of having sex with you literally anywhere.” He scooped his hands under her thighs and lifted her up around his waist.
She hitched onto him with a gleeful squeal and fisted her hands in his hair. “Anytime too.”
“Always.”
Her body melted to his. She couldn’t get close enough. She swept her hands over his broad shoulders, his arms flexed and holding her up, his chest. Every inch of him was divine, and she wanted to drown in him. At the same time, she felt like a rebellious teenager making out in a hidden closet.
“We’re going to get in so much trouble if we get caught,” she slurred against his lips with a laugh.
“They’ll never find out,” he mumbled, and moved his lips to her chest.
“I mean, we may not be on camerain here, but they’ll know we came in here and didn’t leave for a while.”
“You’re helping me find sugar, remember?” he said, and bit her nipple through her dress.
“Yes!” she cried out, and arched into him. Her head tilted back, and her eyes fluttered closed. She bumped up against a bag of rice. Chuck loosened his grip and let her slide down his body to stand again. Her legs were hardly functioning when he slid his hands under her dress and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her underwear.
“Liv, I haven’t been with anyone since you,” he said, and gave them a tug.
Somewhere in the depths of her drowning brain, she knew he was telling her he was healthy, and everything was safe. The same went for her, but instead of a simple affirmative on her part because she was too distracted by the feel of him peeling her underwear down her thighs, her chaotic mind offered up, “There’s only you.”
He looked up at her from his knees like a man before a shrine as she stepped out of her panties. “Everything else still in place?”
“Yes.” Her voice was an impatient, ragged whisper. She appreciated his mind for safety and precaution, for confirming that her IUD was still positioned, and they could get as close as humanly possible without worry, but the fact that they were really going to do it right here in the fucking pantry had her ready to explode.
“Good,” he said, and hooked her leg over his shoulder.
She flung out her arms to grab the shelf behind her and senta box of macaroni and cheese tumbling. Unfazed, Chuck pressed a hot kiss into the inside of her knee and then worked his mouth higher and higher up her thigh, closer to an epicenter that would guaranteed undo her completely. She squeezed the shelf and breathed hard, absorbing the feel of his luscious mouth and wondering how she was going to survive this standing on one foot. He pushed her dress out of the way to grip her hips and tilt her toward him, nipping and kissing and scratching the soft skin inside her thigh with his stubble so exquisitely that she half whimpered, half moaned his name. Stars had already begun to prick her tunneling vision as his lips pressed into the aching apex of her legs, and—
The doorbell rang.
They both froze.
Olivia’s heart thundered, and her legs were shaking, but the feeling that they’d been caught instantly refocused her attention. She scrambled to stand up straight, almost kneeing Chuck in the face in the process.
“Oh shit,” she said, and smoothed her dress.
“Who’s here?” Chuck said, and looked at the closed pantry door but stayed crouched on the floor.
“I have no idea. It’s Sunday. Everyone is supposed to have the day off.” Her mind was scrambling and fighting hard to come back from the lurid land of Chuck’s hands and mouth all over her. “They couldn’t possibly know already, right?”
“Know what?” Chuck said, still on the floor.
“Aboutthis,” she hissed, and waved her hands around the small space.
He shook his head. “No. That’s impossible. Even if it was on camera, there’s no way someone could get here that fast.”
Olivia wrung her hands, already embarrassed. “I don’tknow. Tyler delivers pretty instantly when we need something. Maybe they have him on standby to dole out punishments too. Iknewthis was a bad idea!”
He looked up at her with a dark grin. “You seemed like you were enjoying yourself.”
“Shut up.” She scowled at him although it was completely true. “Come on, let’s go see who it is.” She moved for the door and cautiously pushed it open. At least no one had barged inside uninvited. She turned back and waved him along. “Are you coming?”