//Random Smut Scenes//

Storage Room Scandal

Kai and Jenna have arrived at the party, but to repay Kai, Jenna decides to be a tease and completely ignore him while talking to other guests. Eventually, he gets tired of this and steels her away before they make use of a very convenient storage room...

TW:
This story contains teasing (yes, there's more of that), fingering, getting caught (you'll see what i mean) etc.
Read at own discretion...

We walked into the hall in which the festivities were being held. As we entered, I could feel every gaze in the room fall on the both of us. We were only two of the many agents who had come back after long stretches in undercover missions and were even less significant in the list of people who went in but didn't make it out. But it felt good to enjoy the night and to remember the fallen few.

During the night, Kai and I strayed away from each other quite a few times, and I would often catch him staring at me from across the room, his intentions clear in his gaze. He was just waiting for the right moment to slip away with me and fulfil his promise. Little did he know, he wasn't in control of the situation.

A while into the night, I was casually talking to one of my fellow agents when I felt his hand graze along my lower back. His fingertips were warm through the thin silk of my dress, sending sparks flying in my veins. I leaned into his touch, but he pulled his hand away. I knew he was just trying to rile me up, but I was determined not to let him see the effect it had on me. I had already given away how much I missed being physical with him, I wasn't giving the tiny piece of leverage I still had away as well. So I just kept talking, completely ignoring him. I could sense him shifting around behind me, and I knew he was getting antsy for my attention. I felt him move closer to me, his hand finding my waist.

"Oh, I see you two are back together again. It must be amazing to see each other again after two months," the agent across from me commented.

I just smiled and nodded my head. I felt his grip grow stronger once I started talking again, and I smiled inwardly with the knowledge that I had him wrapped around my little finger. Finally I decided that I had tortured him long enough when he started drawing impatient circles on my hipbone with his thumb. So I ended the conversation, taking his hand in mine and leading him towards the door.

Along the way, I swallowed the rest of my champagne, handing the glass to one of the waiters. The liquor burned my throat on the way down, but for some reason it only riled me up more. We quietly slipped out of the room while no one was looking, and I dragged him down a quiet hallway. We passed the copy room and rooms with rows upon rows of filing cabinets. I was counting the doors in my head until I got to the one I was looking for: door 23, the supply closet.

"I wanted to go somewhere special, seeing as it is the first time we'll be together in two months. But seeing as someone couldn't wait much longer, I guess a supply closet will have to do," I said softly as I unlocked the door.

I was about to push it open when I felt him lean in, his breath ghosting over my neck.

"As long as there's a wall for me to pin you against, I'm happy," he whispered, his voice deep and rough.

Then he pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the base of my neck, making my fingers twitch and my heart skip a beat. I slowly eased the door open, taking his hand and pulling him in after me before closing the door behind him. I had barely turned around to him again when his lips were already on mine, pressing me back into the door.

"Someone's impatient," I whispered when he pulled away to catch his breath, his lips moving down my jaw to my neck.

"If I remember correctly, you were the one who said you wanted me," he said through kisses.