His finger slides upwards, circling my sweet spot, teasing me for another millisecond before he tears it away again. It’s the worst and best form of torture.
Well, it would be if I knew he might eventually make me come.
‘You know I want you. But you’re not mine to take. You’re determined to push me over the edge. My job is to protect you. To serve you.’
He drops to his knees behind me, running his tongue across my ass cheek. I watch on in the side mirror, utterly transfixed as his face approaches my silk-clad sex from behind. Between peppered kisses, he says, ‘Today, and today only, I am going to serve you.’
His hot breath brushes my inner thigh as he removes something small and shiny from his pocket.
The bullet.
It vibrates in his hand, and a wolfish grin rips across his face. ‘This weapon is definitely safer in my hands.’
He pushes the cold metal inside the silk and yanks us both to a standing position. Rippled abs flank my back as he wraps one arm around my waist to support me. We watch our reflections together with ragged breaths.
His impressive length digs into my butt from behind. I try to grind against it, but he stills my hips with one hand.
With one strong yank, he tugs the bra down so my breasts spill over the top. ‘So fucking beautiful, Victoria,’ he murmurs against my earlobe. Fingers pinch my nipple and a moan bursts from my lips. The vibrator buzzes powerfully against my clit and my core clenches. I won’t last a minute like this. I was ready to blow before it even touched me.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough.
Expert swipes drive the bullet over the most sensitive parts of me. Up and down and around. Over and over and over.
My thighs tremble, battling to support my weight as his lips curve at my utter undoing. He’s devouring me alright, it’s just a shame it’s with his eyeballs.
‘Archie, I…’
‘You what, sweetheart?’ His tone is knowing, arrogant, borderline cruel.
He ramps up the voltage on his weapon and it takes every bit of concentration to keep upright. ‘You are a bad influence on me, Doctor Sexton.’ His fingers tease the plane of my stomach before darting up to circle my breast. ‘Did you do this with your other security guards?’
He blows a gentle breath over my shoulder to my nipple, watching as I arch in pleasure.
‘No.’ It comes out like a cry.
‘Is this why you wanted me to come to Edinburgh with you all those years ago?’
‘Yes. I need…’
‘You and those needs, sweetheart.’ His tongue grazes the sensitive skin of my earlobe. ‘What do you need? Tell me.’
He won’t kiss me. It’s so impersonal. But so fucking sexy.
A tiny click is the only warning I get for the increase in voltage focusing intensely on my sweet, sensitive nub. I don’t stand a chance. I never did.
My orgasm detonates, my insides liquify, and a hot burst of stars blind me. Strong arms support me while I shake and shudder in his grip, riding wave after wave of ecstasy before eventually returning to earth.
He presses a kiss to my temple, breathing in the scent of my hair. Our eyes lock again in the glass, his expression is one of resolve.
‘I’m buying you the lingerie. All of it. But this can’t happen again, okay? Please don’t push me. It’s not fair on either of us.’ There’s a detached look in his eyes.
He’s pulling himself back from me again. Robbing both of us of any type of intimacy.
On some level, I understand his rejection. This is the way it has to be. But it still hurts like hell. Especially after that earth-shattering orgasm.
A devastating despair chases away the remnant of the ecstatic high, kindly delivered by the same man. Tears prick at the corner of my eyes. I blink them back hard and fast.
