and he strokes me there. “So all he’ll be able to see is how hot you are. How amazing this body is. He’ll want you, but he can’t have you.”
Shit, he’s turning me on so much with this scenario he’s playing out for us.
His fingers dip inside, spreading my moisture around as he withdraws and circles my clit.
I’m panting against the glass. One cheek pressed against it, my head turned to the side.
“You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” he asks.
“Yes, sir,” I breathe.
His hand withdraws from my pussy and moves backward, further and further until he’s at my asshole.
“Are you going to let me in here?” he whispers in my ear.
“I don’t know. I’ve not done that before.”
“Just a finger,” he murmurs.
“Okay,” I say.
“Good girl.”
He kisses my neck, and his finger, dripping in my moisture, presses into my most sensitive place.
His other hand comes around my front, and he plays with my clit. I don’t feel any pain when he breaches me; a slight burn, nothing more. It’s not particularly nice either. I don’t hate it but I don’t love it. If it gets him off, though, who am I to spoil his fun. The clit action is awesome as always, so I focus on that.
Soon, he’s where I want him most, his thick cock lined up at my entrance. He pushes in, filling me gloriously.
He keeps working my clit as he thrusts in and out, shallow at first, then building deeper. I feel my orgasm building. My palms smack onto the glass as I try to find purchase with something to hold me up.
My legs shake as he works me higher and higher.
His finger in my ass presses deeper, and then I feel it. A building pressure, a fullness, that makes the burn pleasant, more of a deep ache. A nice ache.
“You’re the most fucking delectable thing I’ve ever seen. I told you, you were as tasty as those cakes.”
His words take me right back to the coffee shop. Right back to when he was my secret crush, and I shout as I come.
I come so hard it hurts. My pussy clenches him, my clit throbbing, and I feel it deeper than I ever have as his finger works my ass.
Holy shit.
I sag against the glass, but he grabs my hair with one hand, arching my back, and his other comes around my middle, holding me to him as he fucks me hard and fast.
He comes with a groaned fuck, and then we’re both collapsing. Slinking to the floor, a tangled heap of limbs as we laugh.
“You broke me,” I tell him.
God, I’ll let him play with my ass again because that was hot.
“Come on,” he says. “We need to go eat something.”
As if on cue, my stomach rumbles. “What time is it?” I ask.
“No idea, but it’s been about six hours since you last ate, which is why I came to look for you. You’re not sick, are you?”
“Nervous.” I shrug. “Okay, terrified. I’m scared you’re going to get yourself killed.”
“No, baby. I’m not.” He kisses me. “I promise.”
We get dressed, and I follow him to the door, which he unlocks. I shoot him a surprised glance, and he laughs. “What? You think I’m going to let any other man see what’s mine?”
“But you said…”
“Took a guess that it would get you hot, and it did. My little exhibitionist.” He kisses me once, swift and hard, then he swats my ass. “Fantasy only, jailbait. You got that? No one gets to look at you naked except me.”
“Yes, sir.” I smile at him.
He growls under his breath. “Don’t get me all riled up again, or we won’t be eating until midnight.”
When we reach the kitchen, we both stop dead in the entranceway. Andrius and Reece are sitting talking, and they are serious as hell.
“What’s wrong?” Konstantin asks.
“It’s not especially that anything is wrong,” Andrius says cautiously. “Reece got a call from Marcus, who got a call from the French Police.”
“Go on.” Konstantin walks into the room, me following.
“The attack on Cassie wasn’t the Armenians. The intel we had that they weren’t in Paris seems to have been correct.”
“So…” I trail off. “Who was it? Is there someone else after us?”
“Nope.” Andrius shakes his head. “It was totally random. Guy was off his head on drugs, unwell, and he’d got into the museum the back way. He thought there were monsters. Apparently, he’d been on a four day drugs and booze binge. Accompanied by nonstop playing of