The King (Gentlemen Rogues 2)

SAFFRON

My pussy was humming.

Once we finally made it to the bedroom, he'd stayed.

And stayed. And stayed.

Next to me, he stirred. When I tried to shift out of his hold, he dragged me closer. "Where do you think you're going?"

His voice was full of deep, gravelly cement, and a deep ache started at my pussy again. Fucking hell.

You cannot have him. Okay fine, you can have him now, but you cannot keep him.

Better not to have him again.

"Lock, remember we're supposed to meet Graciella this morning?"

Behind me his cock instantly nudged my arse. "Saff?"

“Yup, that's me. Sorry if you were expecting someone else."

I kept my voice just at a whisper because I knew prying ears were listening. I dragged the duvet over my head and encouraged him to do the same.

Once both of us were under the duvet, his gaze searched mine and he mouthed. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine."

His gaze dipped to my lips, and I couldn't help it… My pussy clenched because I knew exactly what that look meant now. Oh, he'd given it to me before, not just the first night we met, but several times in training. The other day when we'd been practicing touching one another like a couple, I was quite convinced that was the I need to eat your pussy now look. "Lock."

"There are still cameras everywhere." His voice was a low whisper.

“I know."

He smoothed his hand down over my hip and then shifted to move between my thighs.

"Oh fuck me, Lock…"

“Is this still the mission?" He dipped his finger deep and I moaned. “I like it better like this, when you're just for me." Another finger probed the entrance of my arse gently.

My gaze flickered to his face and I blinked rapidly. “I—"

“I know. This is the mission, right?"

The way he said it was as if he knew exactly how I tried to play this all, that this was just a mission, that what we were doing wasn't real.

"Lock, we can't—"

"We can. Remember, the cameras are still on."

I groaned as he finger fucked me.

“Do you know how you taste? Like spun sugar and vanilla. And how am I supposed to look at you like I don't know that now?"

“You know the rules."

“Fuck the rules," he muttered as he rotated his hips into mine.

“You can say that. I cannot. This is all I’ve ever wanted."