His thumb smoothed over my clit, and he smiled at me. "So you're telling me you don't want this?"
"That's not fair," I whimpered.
"Sure, it is."
"Lock—"
"Oh come on, just one teeny-tiny orgasm? Just let me give it to you."
Was I weak? A hundred percent. Should I have left myself open and vulnerable? No, absolutely not. But we were still on a mission, and we were playing husband and wife. Newlyweds at that. And we did have a madman who was apparently filming our interactions. Which was creepy. But I knew that required us to play the part. So I wasn't being selfish. I was doing my job.
When Lock leaned in, he kissed along my jawline. His whispers of, “Yeah, that's it. I love the way you're cunt is squeezing my fingers. I like it better when you're squeezing my dick."
I gasped when he pressed harder on my clit, and I knew this was possibly the worst idea I’d ever had, but still, I couldn't quite make myself stop.
And when the orgasm rolled through me, when my back started to bow and I started to chase his fingers as he retreated and slid in, I knew that this had absolutely nothing to do with the mission.
Was it selfish? A hundred percent. Was I going to enjoy it? A hundred percent. When I called out his name, loudly, he grinned at me. “I do like how you say my name."
"Lock—" I broke off not sure what to say.
He leaned in and kissed me softly. “I know. I love fucking you too."
“You can’t say that to me.”
With a smirk, he said, “I really want to fuck you everywhere. I want your mouth .I want to watch your arse take my cock. I want to hear you whimper as I slide in and out. I want to come in your arse, come down your throat. Come on your tits. I want to watch cum ooze out of you then push it back in with my fingers, tongue, and dick.”
I shivered at his words. “Lock, we…”
“I know. I know. This is just for the mission, but we are far from done. We will do this again.” And then he lined up his dick to my pussy and fucked me until there was no question.
I could not give him up.
* * *
Lachlan
Two things to note.One, I had definitely shagged Saff Abott before. And part of me was sure it was during my missing forty eight hours. The second thing I knew was that I had every intention of doing it again. But first I had to figure out what the fuck was going on and why I didn't remember ever sleeping with her.
Shouldn't I know her?
That instant connection to her had to come from somewhere. It did. I had always felt connected to her, and maybe that was why. I knew her. Which meant I had to figure out how the fuck I knew her.I couldn’t count on her for the truth, obviously.
Yes, we were on a mission, but there was no fucking way I was going to just pretend I hadn't tasted her. I wasn't going to pretend that I didn't have that desperate clawing need to be with her again.
The more I thought about it, the more I knew there was no way on earth I’d just forgotten her. This wasn't some drunken night. This wasn't some sloppy shag in the loo of a pub. For the last several weeks, I’d kept having flashes, fantasies of her in my flat, in my bed, on the couch, and I knew she'd never been there before. And then I remembered our trainee simulation. She'd said, “We're in your flat.” My flat.
She knew my flat. She hadn't just seen a photo of it. She'd been in it before.
When I tried to think of the scenarios, none of them made sense.?
Except you have two missing days in the timeline of your life. Maybe she's hiding in there.
When I arrived at Rogues, my grandfather had been waiting to give me the ultimatum. One year at Rogues, one year to clean up my life. It had been hard to accept that my family had been responsible for putting me there. But the question was, how?
Sure, I’d woken up with a black bag around my head. But how had it happened? Where had I been? Who had I been talking to? Was Felix involved? Hell, was he worried about me now? Felix was used to me going off grid on occasion when I just needed to fucking be alone. He was an easy friend. But hopefully he would ask some questions about where the hell I was.
I didn't have any of the things from my past life. No phone. No nothing. But I was going to make a phone call. One that couldn't be traced. I had to know about Saff. And if I could piece together what had happened to me in the forty eight hours before I was forcefully constricted into Rogues, then I would finally have some answers. Because there is no way on earth that Saff Abott wasn't mine. I could feel it. I knew exactly how she liked to be touched, exactly how she tasted. I knew it all.