Hard Target by Tibby Armstrong

south side of the building, Alex whispered, “If we get ourselves thrown out for inappropriate behavior, we’ll accomplish two things at once.”
    “Get intel on the phone system and gauge how quick their security response is likely to be,” Simon finished for her, nibbling her ear as he spoke low. “Are you sure this isn’t just a ploy to get in my pants? Because I’m warning you, this time I won’t stop.”
    Alex turned her head so he could see the slow pass of her tongue along her lips.
    Simon drew in a sharp breath and walked faster. Here was the invitation he’d been waiting for. They made their way to the third floor and to the end of a gallery where a video installation played. In the dim room, Simon stopped in full view of one of the cameras and pushed Alex’s lined tee above one breast. Dear lord, she hadn’t worn a bra.
    She gasped and he bent his head to play the ridges of his teeth along the peak of her nipple. He flicked his tongue to taste candy-sweet flesh. Irresistible. She was utterly and completely irresistible. He sucked the hard point into his mouth and gave a deep pull. Arching, she gripped his hair for balance with one hand and palmed his cock with the other. Her nipple left his lips with a suckling pop and he shoved her shirt down.
    Moving more quickly now, he tugged her toward doors marked Museum Staff Only . As they neared the office space, he pulled her into his arms and lifted her along his front. Alex wound her legs around his hips. Cock throbbing, mind whirling, he almost forgot their intent as she ground against him. Her hand slipped between them. He unbuttoned her jeans and she undid his belt.
    “Alex,” he said, wanting to give her one last chance to think this through. “We don’t have to fuck for real—” He broke off with a gasp as she palmed his cock.
    His back toward the door, they practically fell through the entrance to the business space. At the first office they found, Simon crashed through the door before depositing Alex hard onto the edge of the desk. Her pants already pooled on the floor, his cock springing free from the unzipped confines of his jeans, he watched as she slid her panties to the side and held the dewy pink petals of her sex open for him. With a groan, his remaining resistance shattered and he sank inside her heat.
    “The phone system, Simon.” She gasped the reminder as he seated himself fully within her.
    Forcing his eyes open, he meant to look for the phone but found his attention riveted. Alex’s breasts bounced under taut cotton fabric, her nipples tempting and tight. Shoving her shirt up, baring her flesh, he watched, fascinated as the twin globes quivered with each rocking shove of his hips against her core. He fucked her with full strokes. Walls clenching around his cock, she milked him with pulsing waves of sensation. Like a fist. Only hotter. More slick. Oh so much better.
    “The phone,” Alex said again.
    Simon focused his attention to the left. Took in the black phone with a row of plastic buttons. In a guise of shoving everything off the desk to make more room for them, he turned it over and read the service label. The handset fell to the floor and the dial tone permeated the room along with the clatter of pencils and the metallic banging of the desk.
    “Simon!” Alex drew out his name and tossed her head.
    A keening cry tore from her throat. Her pussy gripping. Demanding. Forcing him to come with one last fully seated thrust. Oxygen burning his lungs with each ragged inhale, Simon collapsed on top of Alex. Sweat dripped from his brow onto a memo about an upcoming donor benefit. He closed his eyes and tried to find planet Earth.
    “You done?” a man asked behind them, amused.
    Simon looked over his shoulder at a guard in his early twenties. The kid grinned at him in camaraderie, as if to say nice work dude and Simon didn’t have to force the self-satisfied grin that spread over his face.
    “Yeah. Sorry.” He pushed himself up on