The new thread of danger and intrigue was kind of… doing it for me.
Locke had been pretty fucking irresistible when I’d thought he was a boring, workaholic chess player. Now it seemed the boring chess player had secrets. And secrets were like candy to me.
The kind of candy that made me stupid. That made me spend too much time in the bathroom prepping for sex that Locke surely wouldn’t agree to give me.
I left the bathroom and returned to the sitting room.
When I returned to the room, Locke glanced up from his work.
“Tell me about Santiago Alvarado.”
I blinked. “I told you. I met him in the gym last night. He came in when I was almost done with my run.”
“He spoke to you.”
“I mean, yeah? It was just the two of us in a room, so it would have been strange not to at least say hello.”
“What else did he say?”
I wondered what information he was looking for, exactly. “To be honest, I think he was flirting.”
Locke let out a grunt of amusement, his shoulders finally lowering a little. “Yes, princess. He was definitely flirting. The man would fuck a statue if it stroked his ego.”
His words were insulting, whether he’d meant them that way or not. It was enough to get my back up and want to repay the insult.
“At least someone around here wanted to fuck me last night,” I said, raising my eyebrows in challenge.
Locke’s nostrils flared. This time, there was no clenching of the jaw. No hesitation.
“Get on the bed. Clothes off. Ass up.” His eyes narrowed. “If this is your way of asking for sex, I am not impressed.”
I watched him carefully for a beat.
But you sure are interested.
I bit back the grin and moved quickly to his bedroom, yanking my clothes off so fast he wouldn’t have time to change his mind.
“Lube in the bedside table,” he said in a deep voice behind me. “Prep yourself.”
If only he knew. This boy came desperately pre-prepped. My knees weren’t interested in spending any more time at his feet for the time being, and my prostate was crying out for attention. Besides, I wanted to push his limits, see what he was and wasn’t willing to do with me.
Apparently, possibly being involved in global criminal conspiracies wasn’t a deal breaker for my neglected gland.
I wasn’t proud, okay? I was desperate.
I’d seen the way he’d reacted to my body, but the heated look on his face when he’d watched me finger myself two nights ago was a thousand times more confirmation of just how badly he wanted this.
I moved onto the bed on my hands and knees before dropping to my elbows and waggling my ass.
“Stop fucking around,” he said, although I could hear the laugh in his voice. “I’m supposed to be working.”
After grabbing the lube and making a show out of fingering myself with it, I returned to the knees and elbow ass-waggle. “Let’s go. Apparently, Grandpa doesn’t have all day.”
Locke moved up behind me and slapped one of my ass cheeks. “Smart-ass,” he mumbled. “Maybe I need a little help to get hard for someone who gives me such grief.”
I felt the heavy length of his erection brush against the back of my thigh. “I’ve heard that happens to men of a certain age.” As soon as he pressed the tip of his cock into my hole, I sucked in a breath. “Ohfuck.”
I wanted this,him, so much more than I cared to admit. He was hot and commanding. And he had a fucking incredible cock.
