‘What are you thinking about?’ Sasha’s sea-green eyes bore intently into mine, dragging me back to the present.
The weighted sigh that echoes between us is unintentional. It’s not her I’m frustrated with, but she’s unfortunately bearing the brunt of it. A sorry side effect of being the person I spend the most time with. My mood affects hers and for that, I’m sincerely sorry.
Time to pull my head out my arse, before she regrets giving me another chance. Cupping her chin in one hand, I use the other to grab her backside and yank her towards me. Gazing warily from under those thick black lashes, I can see the way her guard’s rising again and though I hate it, I’m powerless to stop it. My own emotions are running riot within.
‘I was thinking that somehow last night passed without my tongue between your legs, and there’s no fucking way it’s going to happen again tonight.’
My words are rewarded with the subtlest thrust as she grinds her pelvis against my dick in a silent agreement.
‘Let’s go.’
We barely make it back to the penthouse before her skirt is up round her waist, my fingers slipping inside her.
Shaking her head, her mouth rocks against mine in a silent protest. Tilting her head back, she utters, ‘I need you inside me, now.’
I fumble for my wallet in my back pocket in search of a condom, but she’s already hoisting herself on top of my dick. It feels way too good to stop her but what if I get her pregnant?
I’m all for it, don’t get me wrong, but is she?
‘Sasha, wait.’ I steady her, searching her eyes for reassurance, for permission.
‘I want to feel you.’
‘Are you sure?’
She offers a sharp nod, lust pooling in her eyes and between her legs.
It’s enough.
It’s everything.
I thrust into her with every inch of me.
***
A light tapping rouses me from a fitful sleep. Cocking an ear, I listen for a second, but it’s silent again. The iridescent glow from the bright moon outside slips through the cracks at the edge of the heavy curtains I’d pulled in haste.
Patting the bed next to me, my palm lands on the creamy silky skin of Sasha’s naked back. Tucking my knees into the crook of hers, I inhale the luscious scent of her skin, fingers skimming her thighs.
She’s a fucking dreamboat. Everything I ever wanted wrapped in one beautiful package.
Just as my head relaxes into the duck-down pillow the tapping starts again.
What the fuck?
‘Boss?’ Pierce’s hushed tone is unmistakable this time.
Flinging back the covers, I creep towards the penthouse door, inching it open with bleary eyes.
‘Pierce?’ My heart thuds rapidly in my ribcage. Pierce would never disturb me in the night unless there’s a serious problem. The only thing I can think of is Jayden.
‘It’s your dad. We have to go’
Boiling blood surges through every vein and artery.
‘What the fuck, Pierce?’ I step outside into the corridor where Frankie, Archie and Jayden are huddled at the top of the stairs.
Jayden beckons me over, his facial expression the perfect imitation of the grim reaper.
