Chapter 29

Sammi

1:59 AM THREE YEARS AGO

1One of my heels slips from my foot, falling to the floor with an impossibly loud CLANG that echoes through the silence.

“Whoops!” I say, trying to hold back my laughter.

“Shhhhh!” Lock whispers. “You’re gonna get us caught, mate!”

I laugh louder. “Oh no! Are you scared Mr. Williams?”

I hear my words slur slightly on his name, making me all too aware that I’ve drank a bit too much tonight.

From his giggling behind me, though, I’d say he has, as well.

We’d pretty much have to find ourselves here.

I feel a gust of cool air brush across my ass and realize my dress has hiked up. Lachlan, the gentleman that he is, clearly didn’t feel the need to mention it.

I reach back behind me with one hand, trying to pull it down and nearly falling through the window for my efforts.

“Hey,” Lock chimes in as I barely catch myself. “Why are you trying to ruin my view?”

I snort laughter, lifting one leg over the window sill.

Screw it.

If I’m being honest, I kind of like that he’s checking me out right now.

My other leg joins the first, dangling down over the linoleum inside. Butterflies manifest in the pit of my stomach. It’s a farther drop than it looked from the outside.

“This was a terrible idea!” I say over my shoulder as I slip off my other heel.

It clatters to the aquarium floor.

“Shhhh!” Lock whispers, again through laughter. “And it was your idea.”

“Well, it was awful,” I say, this time remembering to be quiet.

“Do you want go back?” he asks.

“Absolutely not.”

I let go of the window, dropping quickly and less than gracefully into the aquarium below.

My landing is rough, and I turn to make sure he didn’t see, but his face, peering down at me and choking back a laugh, tells me otherwise.

“Well, let’s see how you do,” I say, my voice full of confidence even as I struggle to stand.

He laughs, disappearing from view for a moment before pulling himself up in one fluid motion.

He drops down beside me, landing with uncanny silence, crouching like a superhero.

I roll my eyes, scoffing. I can’t let him know it, but truthfully, I’m totally impressed.

The way this guy pounded shots of tequila tonight, I was expecting a full face-plant.

“Well?” he asks.

“Well, what?”

“How’d I do?”

I shrug noncommittally. “Eh.”

His laughter is seriously fucking charming. “Okay, okay, not so easily swayed. Got it.”

He grabs my hand, leading me into the dark room before us.

“I know what’ll get a reaction from you,” he says, stopping. “Stay right here.”

He disappears instantly, leaving me to peer into the blackness.

I hear his footsteps echo across the room, followed by the sound of switches being flipped.

Since it was my idea to break into the 3D aquarium, I know what I should be expecting.

Still, when the display flips on, my breath catches in my throat.

I’m completely surrounded by colorful fish, swimming about in the most beautifully designed tanks I’ve ever seen.

Hammerheads, Great Whites, and Tiger sharks circle around me, their tales whipping wildly about.

The tentacles of countless jelly fish hang over my head. They tangle around each other, desperately trying to catch the herring that dart around.

At my feet, I spy catfish so realistic I’m surprised I can’t feel them bumping up against me.

It really is like I’ve been transported to the bottom of the ocean.

My own personal paradise.

“Isn’t it fucking awesome?” Lock asks, pulling me back to reality.

I look over, catching the look of wonder on his face as well.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I say.

He walks over to me, his body passing through holographic fish along the way.

“This was a really good idea,” he says when he’s only inches away.

“Yeah, I know,” I say, looking away and trying to be snarky.

In reality, I can’t stop looking at his mouth. I’m surrounded by the ocean and everything I love in it. But somehow, I can’t take my eyes off of Lock.

For the first time in my life, I don’t feel like I’m in control.

I peer over to his face again. I see his eyes studying my mouth, as well. They linger on my lips for a second before traveling lower. They travel down the length of me, so intent I can practically feel it.

When his eyes finally make their way back to my face, there’s a glint in them that wasn’t there before.

I know he’s about to kiss me the same way I know that the fish to my right is a nurse shark: with absolute certainty.

I take great pleasure in beating him to the punch as I dive in close to him and press my lips against his. Before he can so much as lean in, I’ve claimed that mouth of his as mine.

No surprise or hesitation festers within him. He doesn’t so much as pause. He just kisses me back intently.

This isn’t an exploratory kiss. It’s not sweet and tentative.

Not testing boundaries, either.

This kiss is well-established, and it has no boundaries.

My hands are on him before I even think to move, exploring his abs and his chest and running roughly through his hair.

There isn’t a part of him that I don’t want to touch.

His hands find me as well, matching mine with their single-minded intensity.

They run up to my tits, down to my ass. One hitches on the hem of my dress, sliding it up, even as the other tears at my neckline.

The fabric of my dress gives with an audible rip, my tits spilling through without its support.

I have only a moment to be glad I didn’t wear a bra today before his mouth is on my boobs. He bends at the waist, taking my nipple firmly between his lips.

One of his hands claims the other breast, groping, pinching.

I throw my head back, moaning loudly, staring wildly at the holograms that still swim around us. “Fuck!”

Then I reach down, wanting to feel him as well.

My fingers graze his cock, and I hear him inhale sharply around my hardened nipple. He’s completely stiff, his cock throbbing in my hand.

I reach down with my other hand, frantically trying to unfasten his belt, needing to actually feel him in my grip.

I’ve barely gotten it unbuckled when he lifts me, pulling my legs around his waist as he does.

He carries me easily over to a display table. It’s covered in pamphlets and aquarium maps, which he quickly swipes away with one stroke of his hand.

He settles me onto it, kissing me once more before dropping to his knees.

Slowly, reverently, he slides down my thong.

Or maybe he’s just trying to make me crazy.

Either way, I’m tense with anticipation by the time he drags it over my feet.

“Lock,” I moan.

He spreads my legs open, pausing for a second to admire my pussy.

A sound—half moan, half growl—escapes his mouth; it sends chills racing through me.

And then his mouth meets my skin, kissing frantically up my thighs and stopping occasionally to bite at some of my more sensitive skin.

I reach out, twining my fingers through his hair.

Lock’s tongue slithers out of his mouth and glides up and down my pussy lips before it slides into me. I gasp as it teases my wet, little hole.

Slow and taunting a moment ago, he doesn’t hesitate here.

He licks the length of my slit again, savoring me before he slides his tongue up to my clit.

I’m fucking dripping wet as he flicks his tongue across me, eliciting a moan and driving my fingers to pull tightly on his hair.

“FUCK!” I yell again, completely lost in what he’s doing to me.

He fits his lips over my clit, sucking gently while he reaches up with one hand.

I cry out when his fingers slide into me, my pussy tightening around them in reflex.

He thrusts deeply, fucking me better with his fingers than some men have with their entire cock. As he moves them, he matches their pace with his tongue, seeming to know how to find every nerve.

I press one hand against the table, supporting my weight on it as I raise my hips, thrusting back against him.

With every movement, his fingers thrust deeper into me, and I scream out in pleasure, moaning loudly, no longer concerned if we’re caught or not.

I feel heat building in my core, fucking fireworks preparing to explode. I pull his head harder against me, grinding myself against his face.

He picks up on my imminent rupture, redoubling his efforts as I feel my orgasm build.

Finally, it’s all just too much.

I come hard against him, my hips thrusting, hand clinging roughly to his hair. Unintelligible sounds spew from my mouth in a rush. My hearing dims, my eyesight blurs, every sense seems to shut down in awe of his touch.

I can barely even hear myself screaming his name as I ride through this crashing wave of pleasure that seems to go on forever.

By the time it’s passed, my entire body is shaking. And when I return to the moment, I’m lying on the table, trying to catch my breath.

What a fucking winner I landed tonight. It’s hard to find a man that can make me come so hard and so fast, especially with just their mouth and a couple of fingers.

He’s every fucking woman’s dream—and I have him.