“Miss Sasha?” he said, looking concerned. “Are you okay?” I nodded. “Here, follow me,” he said briskly. “I’ve brought the car around. You’re safe with me.” He was sweeping people out of the way with a thick arm.
“Geez, thanks Horatio,” Prince muttered sardonically. “What the fuck am I? Chopped liver?” The pair of them muscled through the crowd, arms locked around me until I was safely in the back seat of the limo, dark windows blotting out the chaos outside. I sank back against the seat, my breath hissing out.
“You okay?” Prince asked as the vehicle moved off, pressing through the throng.
I nodded, feeling the wave of panic slowly subside. He reached out a hand and stroked escaped curls from my face.
“You did good,” he murmured. I struggled to stem the horror. That man…Bert – Umberto. Of course I remembered him. He’d been a client when I’d worked for Leo. One of my first. Nothing ever happened, but he’d become a regular. I guessed he expected things to develop. God only knew how much he’d forked out for our “dates.”
“I’m so…I’m so sorry,” I murmured.Oh, God!What if this was a deal-breaker? I couldn’t afford for this contract to fall apart.
Emilio…
“Sweetness, nothing in life is simple. I should have considered this possibility when I started this thing.”
The words were surprisingly level-headed. The man I’d met weeks ago had struck me as a hothead. A bit of a dick, if I was honest about it. Frankly, I was still pretty sure that’s exactly what he was. But now…
“You were beautiful tonight,” he murmured, framing my face with his palms and brushing a kiss over my lips. A movement shifted ahead, and I saw Horatio’s eyes flick to the rearview mirror and then discretely away. A low hum vibrated through the air and the window between us and the driver’s seat swooshed shut. We were alone. I stared up at the man whose hands were on my face.
The surge of fear now began to be replaced by a surge of another kind, and I was aware of the fact that my panties were probably still in his top pocket, probably still wet. I swallowed hard as he lowered his hand and trailed his fingertips down my throat, tracing the bodice of my dress. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen when I’d slipped it on before we left. Now all I could think about was how quickly he’d be able to get his hands on my breasts. He didn’t stop there, however, even though my nipples had already puckered in anticipation. His hand dropped to my knee and gathered up the thick golden fabric of the skirt, sliding it up my thighs until my skin was exposed to his touch. His eyes held mine in thrall as his fingers pressed my thighs apart and then stroked upward to where my bare pussy was now laid open to the cool air within the car. He slid his finger along my slit and then dipped in slightly.
“You’re still wet,” he said softly, glancing down to where his finger was sliding in and out of me. I groaned deep in my throat. “I think I’m going to send you to get your pussy waxed smooth,” he murmured. “I want to see every inch of you.” He lifted his hand and sucked on his fingers, and I whimpered. “Just imagine all the ways I could make you squirm if there was nothing protecting that hot little clit of yours.” He pressed against it as he ended the sentence, as if to make a point. My hips jerked. “Shall I make you come till you scream again tonight? The way I did when you first moved in?” He was swirling his finger maddeningly. “Would you like that, Sweetness?”
I give a tiny shake of my head. I didn’t think I’d survive that again. Not tonight, after all that had happened.
“No?” he said mockingly. “Why not?”
“I…” I cleared my throat. My voice was gone. “I can’t take it…I wouldn’t last.”
“Oh, but I think you could,” he murmured. His lips were almost brushing against mine as his finger slid in and out of me. I could feel the wetness coating my inner thighs and trickling down my skin.
“No…please…”
“Ahh…Sasha…there’s that word again.” He nipped at my lower lip and my breath bubbled out in a moan.
His dark eyebrow rose, and he kept taunting me,“Please…please…God, please…”I wanted to hide my face at his mocking tone. “Pleasewhat, Sasha? What is it that you want?” His thumb was on my clit and his finger buried deep. Yet again, he’d brought me to the brink in less time than it took for me to remember my name.
And then, of course, he stopped. It was obviously today’s new little game. I’d been babbling mindlessly before we left for the restaurant this evening.
“Please…” My voice broke. I’d said the word despite myself, dammit. His lips were hovering over mine and the word disappeared into his mouth. Then he was straightening the skirt of my dress down over my knees, and I realized that the car was pulling up outside the front of the apartment block. There was a pause before Horatio got the door and I figured he was giving us a moment to compose ourselves. As he swung it open, Prince slid out smoothly, reaching for my hand to help me from the car. He barely had a hair out of place, his features as implacable and calm as if we’d been discussing the weather. And here I was, a hot, wet mess.
“Thank you, Horatio,” he said to our driver. I simply nodded, not trusting my voice, as my fiancée led me to the front entrance.
Holy shit!
My fiancée!
As the elevator doors swooshed open, I stepped in behind him, then shifted uncomfortably as he turned and faced me full on. He crossed his arms over his massive chest, cocking his head slightly as he looked at me. His dark hair brushed against the collar of his black button-down shirt and I desperately wanted to run my fingers through it.
“What do you want, Sasha?” he asked again. Every night he’d asked it. Every night, we both knew the answer. The one I couldn’t say out loud.
I wantedhim!
More than my next damn breath, I wanted him inside me. He’d turned me into some kind of sex-crazed animal whose only thought was to consume him with every cell of myself. His lips, his hands, his tongue…it wasn’t enough. I wanted all of him in me.
Goddammit, I wanted his cock!
I felt my cheeks flush just thinking about it. I’d forgotten how many times I’d examined that ridiculous dildo, remembering what he’d said to me that day. It would prepare me forhim. I could barely think about it! Yet my thighs were sticky with my effort tonotthink about it.
