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As I reached for the door handle, Richard's arm snaked around my waist, pulling me close and causing me to gasp. His free hand intercepted mine, locking the door before I could open it. His body pressed tightly against mine, and his lips found their way to my neck, causing me to exhale his name, "Richard,"
"Johanna," he murmured against my ear, his voice dripping with mockery, as his other arm also wrapped around my waist.
"We shouldn't do this," I whispered, breathless.
"I know," he said, his lips trailing hot kisses down my neck. "But I really just need to—" His hand crept up my body, settling on my breast. My heart raced wildly, my eyes closing as his lips teased my sensitive skin. "Fuck," I muttered, feeling a grin creep over his lips.
"I know," he breathed, his fingers digging into my flesh. "I've been thinking about how you feel all rehearsal long," he whispered, his grip tightening, making me inhale sharply. "About how you behaved at breakfast," he added, his hand clenching harder, causing a moan to slip from my lips. Despite how amazing his touch felt, I couldn't help but focus on the noise outside of the trailer. The activity and conversations of the crew.
"Richard," I breathed desperately.
"Mhm?" he hummed, too busy nibbling at my neck, his hands exploring every curve of my body.
"This is too risky," I pleaded, but I couldn't deny that I was melting under his touch.
"I know," he groaned, frustrated but relentless. "But you feel too damn good." He pulled me closer, our bodies fully pressed together.
I moaned softly at his hunger, at the warmth of his body pressing so intimately against mine. "Jesus," I muttered, feeling his lips continue their assault on my skin. With every kiss, his arousal grew more evident, pressing firmly against me. I inhaled deeply, savoring the effect I had on him.
My head fell back as I submitted to the overwhelming sensation, the chaotic backstage blurring into the background. Almost instinctively, I tilted my hips, grinding up against him. The motion was automatic, driven by the burning need coursing through me. He groaned, the sound vibrating through his chest as he quivered under my touch.
His hands gripped my waist tightly as he spun me around, pressing me against the door. My cheeks burned red as he pressed his body against mine, his hands slipping under my shirt. Richard's lips brushed against my own as he looked into my eyes.
"You drive me insane, you know that?" he said before pulling me into a kiss, his tongue demanding access, which I eagerly granted. I moaned into his mouth as his hands pulled me tightly against him. "Quiet now," he smiled, "we don't want anyone hearing us." I nodded, meeting his gaze, mischief, and lust dancing in his eyes.
"I can't get over how you teased me this morning," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. His lips trailed down my neck, sending shivers through my body. "I didn't expect you to be so... bad." His grip on my waist remained firm, anchoring me to the spot.
