Kol in Baltimore 2

The door clicked shut behind us. Darkness, the smell of bleach and her perfume, and then her mouth on mine hot, hungry, no hesitation. She tasted like peppermint and sin.

My hands found her waist, slid down to grip the swell of her ass through that tight skirt. She moaned into my mouth and rolled her hips against the bulge I couldn’t hide anymore.

“Good, huh?” she murmured against my lips, fingers already working my belt. “We’ll see about that.”

I was done pretending to be good.

I shoved her back harder than I meant to. Her shoulders hit the shelving, a mop clattered to the floor, and the shock in her eyes snapped me out of the haze.

“No,” I rasped, voice ragged. “I’m not doing this.”

I didn’t wait for her reply. Belt half undone, shirt wrinkled, I bolted. Past the fli