She needed him like she needed a god damn hole in her head that was already swimming with thoughts of him. Kissing her pink painted lips so tender. Biting at her pierced ear and whispering about how he'd take her and make her climax harder than she ever had.
But she fucking needed him.
God dammit.
Red slipped back into her crocs. Swear words, both in English and Russian, fluttered around her head.
She was an idiot.
Two sharp knocks and she stepped in his office without waiting for an answer.
"Red, hello."
She went to open her mouth as his walkie talkie began to sound with an alarm. Then, the campus alarm.
"Shit, we gotta reschedule." He jumped from his chair.
Red stood in his way.
"Red. Not now!"
She panicked.
His voice raising. Red locked her hands around his neck and crashed his lips to her's. Frantic. Deep. Bruising. Red invaded his mouth when he pulled her flush to him, his hands grabbing her ass tight. His hard cock pressed against her soft belly.
"Fuck," he muttered.
"Language, " she replied, lost in her bliss.
Healy left her in the dust, off to bust the rest of the inmates. There, she stood , baffled over what she'd just done.