I almost made a mistake and said Saff, but I’d corrected it.
"Why don't you prove that I’m yours?" She said it with a little laugh in her voice, and I nearly choked on desire. She tried to shove at me again. “I want a man who wants me. Who can stake his claim. Is that you? Because I feel like Massimo is trying to stake a claim."
She was pushing my control. Everything I’d learned from her about being an asset and being in the field, and I finally surrendered.
“Did you want him?"
“I don't know. He was offering me pleasure."
I turned her around, my hands firm on her hips, gripping tight. Her dress was short, flirty, hugging her hips in a body-con style. With a firm grip on the hem, I pulled up the fabric, and she breathed harshly. "What are you doing?"
“I'm taking what's mine."
"Are you punishing me?"
Fucking hell, Saff Abott was fire, and she knew it. Her skin flushed, and I glowered down at the flesh exposed to me now. Smooth, supple, brown skin that ached for my hand, completely untouched. I wondered if all that pretty brown skin would flush with a spanking. I leaned in tight. “You're playing with fire, sweetheart." I spanked her bare flesh. “You’re a naughty thing. Tell me no.”
Her breathing was deep, and then she moaned out a single word. “Yes."
With a grunt, I reached up under the tight fabric and hooked my fingers into her knickers. "Am I going to find you wet?"
Her breathing was deep now, heavy, labored. "Lachlan."
My fingers brushed against the soft flush between her thighs and she hissed. "Oh God."
Fuuuck. I couldn't think. The blood was humming in my veins. She was in front of me. Her dress up and her pussy feeling like sweet silk. "Tell me you don't want me. Tell me you prefer him."
All she did was moan my name. With rough tugs at the buckle of my belt, I wondered just how far we were going to take this. This was a show. This wasn't fucking real.
But we had to sell it because Massimo Igno was watching.
Fuck him. This is ours.
“You are in so much trouble."
"Lock, hurry."
I moaned into her hair. "Tell me to stop." I realized it was a plea. My voice was harsh as the words tore from me. "Tell me no."
But she didn’t. She just swiveled her hips, tempting me.
Once my cock was freed, the steel length of it brushed against her ass and she draped her forehead against the wall and groaned. "Lock, hurry."
I bit down on her shoulder, and she pushed her ass back. With my hand around the base of my cock, I bent my knees so the tip of my cock brushed the space between her thighs. With a grunt, I kicked her feet apart. "Saff." I froze when I realized I’d used her nickname.
She just whispered my name, and I kissed the nape of her neck. “Saff,” I whispered.
“It’s just us, Lock. It’s just us.”
I could feel the heat of her pussy, and I swallowed hard. “No condoms,” I whispered.
When her answer was a murmured, “I’m clean,” a spike of electricity shot up my spine.
My whisper was in her hair. I knew Igno couldn't hear us, but something told me that this wasn't about him. It really was more about us.
Her hand gripped my thigh and I paused, the head of my cock against her slickness. "Lock, please…"
In her hair, I whispered. "Tell me no, Saff. Fucking tell me no."