Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors) (6 page)

She had to think about it. “I think there are classrooms, the library, and all the lockers, but it’s been a while since I’ve been here.”

He led her that way. “Let’s go up.”

“Grey, the lights are off. I don’t think we’re supposed to be up there,” she offered, being pulled along. Obviously, her husband really wanted to see where her locker was.

Yeah, that should have set off alarm bells in her brain.

Upstairs, it was fairly dark. The only visible light drifted in from the outside streetlamps. It fell on the walls in shadows, illuminating the classrooms and hall floor.

“What’s up here?” he asked, pointing.

“The library.”

He pulled her that way. Oh, he wanted to see right where she got those
kisses and passed notes. It was eating away at him, and he needed to quell his curiosity before it drove him mad.

Emma stopped in front of a door. “Here it is.”

He handed her his drink and reached into his pocket. Out came his wallet, a credit card, and a wicked grin.

“What are you doing?” she
hissed, incredulously. He couldn’t be thinking of…

Certainly
, her above the law husband wasn’t going to break in!

There was the snick of a lock being picked.

Apparently, he was doing just that.

“Let’s look around,” he said, pulling her inside. When he closed the door, he made sure the lock was
secured, so they’d have the privacy they would need.

In fact,
he hoped everyone forgot they existed, at least until he was finished with his wife.

“Are you out of your mind?” she asked, trying to adjust to the light in the room. The ceiling to floor windows helped, but it wasn’t bright by any means.

“Show me where you met him.”

Emma stared at him.
“Why?”

Greyson reached for her, yanking Emma against his body. In her very high heels, their lips were so much closer together. “I want to see where my wife kissed other boys. Is that too much to ask?” he whispered, his hand running down her back to her ass. When he gave it a squeeze, she gasped.

“Grey,” she began. Already, her blood pressure was rising. There was the good possibility that she would overheat at any second. When he went all territorial, she was lost.

“Where?”
he demanded.

She didn't know what had come over him, but from the hungry look in his silver-gray eyes, she knew
that he meant business. Her husband wasn’t screwing around. Finally, she conceded. “Over here,” she said, pulling away from his body to give him what he wanted. Sometimes, it was just easier to give in to his bossy ways.

When they walked through the stacks to a small reading area
, which was secluded, his body heated up.

“
Satisfied?” she asked, turning to face him. “This was the scene of my adolescent crime.”

He didn't like the tone in her voice. It was as if
she was mocking him, almost taunting his emotions. Well, that was easily remedied. Once more, Croft pulled her body toward his, holding her trapped against him.

“No, it’s not okay. I don’t think
I’m ever going to be at peace with other men kissing you, Emma, my sweet, past or present. In fact, let’s be honest. I hate the thought of it.”

“Grey, we were sixteen. He was my first boyfriend, it was nothing,”
she said, trying to convince him. This was the one downfall of loving a caveman.

He was always assuming some man was trying to poach his girl.

“Oh, it was something to him. I watched his eyes. They devoured you, Emma. He’s still thinking about it, and you didn't forget it either.”

She laughed. “It’s a library
, Grey. When anything more exciting than books happens in here, of course it’s memorable. My only other thoughts of this room are filled with the torture of research papers and book reports.”

He stared at her.
Well, he could fix that.

Emma didn't
know what to think. “Grey?”

Slowly, his hand slid into the rich silki
ness of her hair right before he clutched it in his fist. “I see that I need to give you something to think about when you ponder this library or any other one,” he said, yanking her lips to his in a searing kiss.

It was hot.

Steamy.

Mind blowing.

Immediately, Emma melted against him. Where she should have been mad, she couldn’t be. Greyson was just being himself, and she loved when he went all possessive. It was sexy to have a hot man doting on your every move. What she wouldn’t say out loud was that when he got all bothered like this, she genuinely reaped the reward.

What woman didn't want to be swept away with her sexy husband in some secret dalliance?

When Croft pulled away, he stared into her eyes. “I’m going to have sex with my woman, here in this library. Then, for the next reunion, you won’t remember Trey Montgomery or any love notes. You’ll be forced to relive what I plan on doing to you.”

She stared up at him
, breathless.

Was he serious?

Wasn’t fornication on school grounds some kind of felony?

His hands went to the tie at her hi
p, and he began unknotting it. When he pulled her dress open, he found the delicious treasures beneath. His wife was wearing black lace underthings and his libido soared. This was exactly why he didn't want other men thinking about her. Emma Croft was his gift, and he wasn’t going to share.

“I have to have you,” he said, backing her up against a wall. He was very much the predator, and she was the prey.
There was no mistaking the way the air crackled around them. He had to have her.

“Greyson, you need to calm down,” she whispered. “You’re the head of an FBI office. You can’t get caught fooling around with your wife in
the library of a public school. We have enough media issues to deal with as it is.”

He pressed her to the wall. “I don’t intend to fool around,” he replied. “I plan on fucking you. There’s a huge difference, and
to me, it’s worth the risk.”

She gasped and stared openmouthed at what he just said to her. Part of her wanted to check to see if he had a fever, the other half wanted to rip off her own clothes and tell him to have at it.

Reaching down, he yanked the offending dress from her body, leaving her standing there in erotic heels and nothing but a pair of panties and bra. In the next heartbeat, Greyson attacked. His mouth sought her flesh, leaving a trail of scorching kisses from her collar to the vee at her breasts.

When she moaned as his hands slipped into the front of her panties, he wanted her that much more. With a steady strumming of his fingers, he stroked his wife until she was shaking around him. The wetness was coating his fingers, lubricating her
, and getting her ready for what he knew would be coming later.

A crazy, out of control
fucking.

“Oh, Greyson!” she gasped, as he invaded her, nudging her legs apart slightly.
Having him rub her body to ecstasy was absolutely maddening. Already, she was shaking and getting ready to shatter apart.

“Fall for me, Emma. When you cum, I want to hear my name on your lips,” he ordered.
“If you don’t obey, I’ll do it again, and again, until you do,” Croft promised.

When she couldn’t hold back any more, she let herself fall. It was indeed
with his name on her lips, and his fingers buried in her body, pumping in abandon.

If she thought that was going to be the end of it, she was wrong.

Greyson dropped to his knees and found himself admiring one of his favorite parts of Emma’s body. He could tell by her sweet musky scent, permeating the lacy panties, that she was beyond aroused. While she threw out the rational words, Croft knew the truth- she was just as crazy with need.

“I want you,” he said, hooking
his fingers in the side of her panties before yanking them down. They landed around her ankles, keeping her trapped there. It was one hell of a sexy memory to keep locked in his brain, and it conjured up so many more that he was dying to experience.

“Grey!”

He ignored her and this time buried his mouth against the engorged clitoris. His tongue, lips, and teeth pillaged, claiming his prize. The way she gasped and begged, drove him absolutely insane. Lifting her up, he slung her thighs over his shoulders, so she was leaning against the wall. It gave him full access to his wife.

His delicious, aroused, hot, wife.

“Oh God!” she moaned, as he nipped the sensitive little bud between his teeth. Over and over again, he worked it hard, trying to imbed the memory in her mind.

His woman needed to know the truth.

She was his.

Emma Croft was taken, and that included her mind and fantasies.

When she shook in his arms, he didn't offer her any respite, but instead, Greyson continued dining on her body. They’d made love plenty of times, so he knew how to make her beg.

Oh, and she did.

“Please!”

He wouldn’t relent.

Emma stared down at his head, between her legs as he busily devoured her. It was so damn erotic, and it was burned into her memory forever.

He’d gotten his wish. Now, she’d never look at a library the same again.

Ever.

“Greyson!” she whispered, as he tormented her body.
Burying her hands in his hair, she wanted to push him away, but instead, she pulled him closer. The pressure against her nearly made Emma lose her mind.

God, he
wanted her so much.

It was a mix of everything. Yeah, a boy may have shared some saliva with her in there, but he was giving her the most intimate of kisses.

He wouldn’t let her forget.

Heaven knew he couldn’t.
The way she tasted, coated his lips, tongue, and senses, was forged in his mind forever. She was the most alluring woman in the world, and he couldn’t get enough. He knew the way to throw her over the edge, and when he flicked his tongue in just the right spot, she ruptured.

Emma saw the colors and shattered apart, nearly sliding down the wall into a pile. Maybe it was his amazing oral skills
, or the fact that they were getting naked in her high school library which added to it. Yeah, it was her legs over his shoulders as he was taking all he wanted from her.

This was a pretty hot fantasy.

Then again, anywhere with her husband was a rush.

“So good, Emma,” he said, pulling her to her feet.

The warmth flushed through her, overheating her body and making her mind a jumbled mess. Gone was all logic, and in its place was desperate need. When his body pressed against hers, this time she let her hands wander. Emma yanked his shirt from his pants in an effort to get to the flesh beneath.

“Emma,” he murmured, as his mouth sought hers. The kiss was steamy and full of love.
His woman was responding and making him insane.

There was nothing she loved more than running her hands over his body. The way he cared for it, worked hard to keep it fine-tuned, and dressed it impeccably made her crazy.

“I can’t let you go,” he whispered, driving deeper into the kiss.

There she was, panties around her
one ankle, and his hands wandering all over again.

What was she to do?

Absolutely nothing.

“Grey,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck as he lifted her off the ground. “There’s a couch. Get to it!” she ordered.

Oh, it was on.

She didn't have to tell him twice. When he placed her on the vinyl cushions, his hands went to his belt. Immediately, she stopped him.

“Let me. I’ve always wanted to blow the sexiest man in the world, in a library.”

He wanted to laugh and explode at the same time.

Emma flicked her wrist, dropped the zipper, and had him in her hand in less than five seconds. When her mouth eagerly attacked his throbbing erection, it was his turn to groan.

It was like pure heaven.

Hot mouth.

Of
f limits area.

Yeah, this was incredible.

As she licked the underside of his shaft, he shook. “Emma, you’re making me insane,” he hissed, as she practically swallowed him whole. Standing above her, he wanted to shout a chorus of amens.

Croft was very old school. In his mind, he knew men were men, and women were to be protected. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t agree. When Emma would willingly service him, it made him want to give her the sun, moon, and stars.

His wife loved being on her knees, and he wasn’t ever going to stop her. They were born in the wrong century, and this was just more proof. When she woke him up this way, or sent him off to sleep with a blow job, he wanted to sing her praised until the day he died.

“Like this, Grey?
” she asked, working the head of his dick with her mouth. The wet sucking noise sounded so loud in the silence of the room.