Page 32 of Serpent Darling
Sadie was laughing at the absurdity of their situation when Jagger spun to face her. He had the most apologetic look anyone could have mustered as he hurriedly freed her from the device. She breathed a deep sigh of relief, rubbing at her wrists while he unfastened her ankles, running his thumbs along the red marks around them and pushing blood flow back to the area.
"I'm really starting to hate it here," Jagger mumbled, still perched on the ground before her. He was staring at her ankles and shaking his head when Sadie knelt down and grabbed his face in her hands. Her eyes were gentle and warm.
"Jagger Wilder, you love it here. You just hate the interruptions."
She adjusted and moved to stand up, grabbing his hands and helping him to his feet. "And besides, we've really fixed this place up. It's finally making good money; we're not killing ourselves to pay the bills, and I like being here with you."
Jagger wrapped his arms around her, breathing in her scent and nuzzling his face in her hair. "I like you being here with me, too." He dropped a kiss to the top of her head and slid his hands along her spine, pressing her closer.
Everything's better with you here.
Sadie's arms circled his waist, and she smiled against his chest. "I don't think they'll be back again. Not after finding your sex dungeon and walking in on us."
Jagger growled, pressing his fingers into her sides, which elicited a few sharp giggles from Sadie as she squirmed against him. "It's not a sex dungeon."
Sadie pushed against his chest to turn her attention up to his face and pulled on his lower lip with her teeth, running her tongue along it in a sensual swipe. "I know, babe."
She pressed a quick kiss to his mouth. "But it fucking looks like it."
Jagger groaned and dropped his head to rest his forehead against hers. "I'm locking this place up forever. The embarrassment is too great, and I shall never recover."
He knew he was being dramatic, and Sadie told him as much. For such a scary-looking biker boy, he was soft as hell around her, and they both knew it.
When Sadie shivered, signaling she was getting cold from her lack of clothing, Jagger wrapped his jacket around her, and her arms slid into the sleeves easily.
"Let's get you upstairs. I think we've had enough surprises this week to last a lifetime. I just want to get you into bed now," he said as he grabbed her hand.
"I'd really like that," Sadie breathed and started to follow behind him as they left the room.
Jagger laughed, "I didn't mean it like that. I meant to warm you up and let you lay down."
She pressed him into the doorframe as they approached the office, her lips on his neck eager to tease. "Still viable options when you're sinking into me while my legs are wrapped around your waist."
The desperate noise he made in the back of his throat was practically shameful, and he pulled her flush against him, capturing her mouth with his own. She responded quickly to him, craving his touch again after being rudely interrupted.
Jagger deepened the kiss, his tongue creeping past her lips to drive her own tongue wild, breath mingling. When her fingers gripped his inky locks, twisting and pulling them, using the tension to bring him tighter against her, he hoisted her up by her backside. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and all of a sudden, they were in the office, her back slamming into one of the gray-painted walls while he ravaged the skin of her throat with his mouth.
"Jag," Sadie gasped, rolling her hips against him, the evidence of his arousal pressing hard against her as she continued to rut against him. "I need you to take me upstairs."
Jagger's mouth was on her chest now, his tongue sliding under the lace of her bra and drawing a moan from her as his tongue swiped against her erect nipple. "I don't know if I'll make it." He admitted, chuckling at himself and then roughly pulling her breast from the fabric of her bra so he could take the peak in his mouth.
Sadie arched her back against the wall, pushing her hips against his in a maddening rhythm, and her hands clutched his shoulders.
"You can," she encouraged, rolling her hips again.
"FUCK. Sadie, stop fucking moving against me like that, or we're not going anywhere," he pleaded, and he noticed his hands were trembling as they gripped her hips.
"I could always just say my safeword, Jag," she joked, and he let out a dark chuckle, his eyes meeting hers as he looked up from his attention to her chest.
"You don't even have one yet," he growled and thrust against her suddenly, pushing her into the wall again.
Sadie's chin dropped to her chest as she let out a gasp. "I-I do, though.."
Jagger slowly pulled back from her and gave her his full attention, wanting to hear what she had chosen.
"What is it?" He asked and set her down, her feet landing softly on the floor.
Sadie's whole face became a grin as she locked eyes with him.
