Page 157 of The Score

Even if we were caught tonight by a random staff member, I would be okay, because it's with him.

Fuck. I'm falling for him.

"I need you. Leon. Can you fuck me here?"

He gets up and undoes his pants.

"Hold on to what you can," he says.

He's been saying that to me a lot since we started this, and now I've created some sort of Pavlovian response to it. I hold on to the doorjamb, locking my arm. The other hangs as much as I can from the metal rod next to me. Bear grabs me by the thighs, wedges my ass on a shelf, and opens my legs.

He enters me in a swift roll of his hips and I gasp.

"That's right, Pen. Take me. Take all of me."

He pumps into me. I'm sensitized from his mouth, tongue, fingers, and the thrill of being in this place.

"I love the way you move in me," I whisper into his ear.

"Fuck, Pen." He thrusts harder. "You have no idea what you're doing to me."

"Tell me."

"You're changing me."

I moan.

He covers my mouth with one hand and talks to my ear. "I changed the moment we met. Twenty years on, and I'm still discovering what that means."

He doesn't slow down. I'm trembling already, at the edge of my climax.

"Every time you speak, I change," he says. "Your existence itself affects who I am. Who I've become. Who I want to be."

I'm getting closer.

"Even now," he growls. "Feeling your pussy tremble around me. The way your body goes soft and taut under my hands. The way you fit me. My cock and my heart in equal measure."

I'm starting to clench around him.

"Fuck, Pen. Come. Right here."

I do. I pull away from his hand on my face and he lets me go. My mouth opens in a silent scream. I bite one of his fingers in the height of my orgasm.

"Shit. Fuck," he says. "I can't come. There's nothing to clean—"

Metal and boxes rattle behind me. I can barely open my eyes. My strength is gone and, if I'm still fixed against the shelves, it's because of Bear's strength.

He slows down, like he's trying to prevent his own climax but is fighting with himself, because I'm still coming.

"Let go," I manage. "Come. Use me. Take me. I'll be happy to have your cum dripping into my panties on the way home."

"Holy— fuck— fuck—"

He groans. Pride runs through me that I can make him lose it this way. That my best friend, the person I trust most, can break for me. And still, he holds me.

He will never let go.

I smile— until someone walks by at the other side of the door. I can't hear the steps, but I can hear them speak, and drop something heavy nearby.