Page 47 of Lorcan's Obsession

Shit. He needed to fucking vanish. She wasn't done. We weren't done. Our partial clothing wasn’t enough coverup, and Stefan didn't leave or mask his amusement.

Not wanting to interrupt my girl unless it was an emergency, I snaked my arm around her waist so she could still ride my fingers away from Stefan’s prying eyes. Once we got our rhythm going, I flipped Stefan off till he got the memo. The son of a bitch had the biggest grin explode across his face as he left us alone.

I slowly removed my fingers from Tristen’s tight, soaked heat, bringing them to my mouth to suck them clean. A raspy moan escaped her lips as she reached for my fingers like I was holding a lollipop.

"I want a taste too." She pouted, shoving my fingers quickly between her lips. I pulled them back and deliberately stuck them in my mouth. After all, I deserved a taste too. With an adorable frown, Tristen leaned forward and tried to capture me with a kiss.

"Nuh-uh.” I pushed her back with a sly grin. “You have the sourcing. Let the poor consumer keep his drink."

My dick twitched against her ass. He’d been a silent witness for the last five minutes and wanted some attention.

"Care to share the dirty thoughts? I felt him."

"He was thinking about the glorious morning he had with you last week." I winked so she'd know precisely what I was talking about.

"Well, you can drop your pants right now, and I’ll get on my knees for him.”

A throaty groan came out of my mouth. This woman was dangerous. Very, very dangerous for a no-sex plan. Her wide eyes and plump lips were causing serious havoc to any chance of rational thought. My covetous hands scoured her smooth back, running along her spine and down to her titillating ass cheeks. Maybe just a quick—

"Is it safe to come back?" Stefan called, his head poking around the corner.

"NO!" we exclaimed in unison, sending him scurrying back to his office.

Fuck the greedy bastard, but at least his interruption gave my brain some oxygen. Even if Tris was sincere, she still would use the broken deal as an excuse to leave my bed cold. I realized now that she was the stronger one between us in following things through.

No. I was Lorcan Greene, CEO of Greene Industries. I’d stuck to my plan for nearly a month. Tristen and her voluptuous ass wouldn’t make me falter right before the finish line. But if my dick was going to calm down, I had to change the topic pronto.

"So daily skydiving, huh? Jumping off a plane seems to get you pretty soaked…"

"Stop teasing, Lorcan." She huffed, sliding off my lap. “But skydiving was amazing. Better than having sex, I’d say.”

I raised an eyebrow, watching her cover up those delicious tits with disappointment. "That's because I haven't fucked you yet. I'm taking that number one spot tomorrow."

"Hold your balls, Maverick. I'll be the judge of that. And I don't give free passes to comfort tiny boys." She looked over her clothes. “God, I need to freshen up before the tour. I’ll be back.”

Tristen began to walk away, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her flush against my hips. My hooded eyes and restrained desire burned into her upturned face. She was going to know how fucking hard she made me.

"I won't just take the top spot. I will ruin everyone and everything else for you. Past, present, and future. I will be all you'll think about and desire. Remember that."

She returned my steely gaze with a playful smirk.

"That better be a promise, Maverick."

With that, she sauntered off to the washrooms, her glorious ass swaying with every step.

I fixed my clothes and immediately checked my phone.

The fear that Stefan had taken a photo or video of us and shared it with the guys was confirmed by the slew of BREASTFRIENDS notifications on my phone.

Fury ignited in my veins when I saw the picture of Tristen with her neck arched as she rode my hand. Thankfully, our skydiving coveralls protected her modesty, but Stefan was busy describing everything in the finest detail.

BREASTFRIENDS

Me: Stefan, delete the pic NOW! Guys you can't share it outside the group.

Ashton: Calm down lucy. What's the BFD?

Me: The big fucking deal is that was a private moment between my and my girl. Stefan you had no right to take or share the pic ITFP

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