ALLISON’S POV
My back slams against the cool plaster of the wall, the impact stealing my breath for half a second before Justin’s mouth is on mine again, swallowing the little sound I make.
My legs are locked around his waist, ankles crossed at his back, and thighs squeezing tight to keep me pinned exactly where he wants me. His hands are under my ass, holding me up like I weigh nothing and I can feel every inch of him pressed between us, still trapped behind his sweats but so hard it makes my stomach flutter.
“Justin—” I gasp when he finally lets me breathe. “We only have two hours.”
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his pupils blown wide, lips wet and red from mine. A slow, filthy grin spreads across his face. “Plenty of time, baby.”
Then he’s moving, shifting his grip so one
