Chapter 4

I press my back against the cold metal of the janitor’s closet door, my breath already shallow, my pulse thrumming in my throat.

Jordan doesn’t waste time. The second the door clicks shut behind us, his hands are on me, rough and demanding. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my hips, pulling me against him with enough force to make me gasp.

The shelf behind her rattles as my ass hits the edge, a mop bucket tipping with a dull clang. His mouth crashes onto mine, his ...