Page 135 of Filthy Savage

To my right, there is a weapons combat class. Two young kids fight one another, guns in their hands, while the instructor criticizes their technique. In the other, a bunch of kids are sitting in front of laptops, typing quickly.

“What are they doing?”

He stands behind me, his hands on my hips, his body so close to mine I shiver. “They’re cracking a code, trying to intercept some surveillance.”

“Surveillance for what?”

He laughs. “It doesn’t matter.”

“I can’t believe any of this. Is that what Fia will have to do?”

He spins me around, his brows knitted. “Absolutely not. Unless she wants to.” His mouth twitches. “Iseult made sure this was a sexist-free environment.”

“Well, that’s good, I guess, but I still don’t want our daughter to be like them.” The very thought makes me ill.

“Then she won’t.” He clasps his palm around my face, his other hand rounding my hip and pulling me flush against him. “I just wanted to be honest with you about all of it. I didn’t want you to find out on your own somehow and then hate me for it.”

“I appreciate that,” I whisper, my pulse speeding as his mouth softly brushes mine.

“Yeah? How much do you appreciate it?” His tone grows husky and deep, making me forget where we are for a moment as he pushes me up against the wall, voices coming from the training room we’re beside.

“Stop. We can’t do this here.” My vision goes hazy, a gasp swimming out of me as his fingers climb up my bare leg, inching up my thigh past my skater dress. “Someone could see us.”

He groans, shoving my panties to the side and running a finger through my hot and achy slit. A whispery moan feathers out of me when he strokes my clit, my eyes wide as someone approaches.

“Fionn, someone’s coming.”

“Good. So will you in about a minute.” His smooth, dark chuckle caresses my nape just as a tall man passes, giving us a brief glance before marching away.

My core tightens the more he touches me, and soon I’m lost to the feeling, lost to the anticipation of someone catching us. My body grows taut, craving release like I’ve gone mad.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” His hushed, gravelly voice makes me dizzy with desire.

“Oh God,” I breathe.

“Better keep quiet, little rabbit, or you’ll put on a show.” He thrusts his fingers inside me with one quick move, a gasp dying off in my throat. “Unless that’s what you want.”

“I’m so close. Please!” My nails sink into his shoulders, throbbing and needing this so much, I don’t care if this whole damn place hears me.

“You wanna be caught, don’t you? Look how tight your cunt sucks me in.”

“I—”

“Fionn?”

I choke on my reply when I hear a woman’s voice. But his towering body covers most of me, so I can’t see who she is.

His fingers piston faster, my eyes rolling as the wave hits, pounding through me. A scream dies in my throat as an intense orgasm blasts through my limbs, my teeth sinking into his shoulder to stop myself from crying out.

When my body stills, only then does he lower my dress, kissing the spot below my ear. “I love making you come.”

My face heats up, because he definitely said that loud enough for anyone to hear.

When he backs away, both of us come face-to-face with a blonde woman. Her jaw grits when her gaze wanders to me, and I instantly know she wants him. It’d be obvious to anyone.

“Madison.” His tone is sharp. “What can I do for you?”

She clears her throat, nervously pushing away a loose strand of hair, the rest in a messy, yet classy bun.

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