Page 62 of Savage Bosses

“I like your flavor.” He ran his nose along my chin and inhaled.

Lingering moments after sex was not something I was used to. But I wanted more. Craved it like a starving kitten cried for cream.

I shouldn’t.

Guilt that I’d betrayed Dax nipped at me, but before it set in, this man dragged me back to the present. Him.

“You’ve bewitched me.” He licked a path from my collar to my jaw.

I didn’t bewitch men, let alone men like him. I turned away. “Don’t…”

“It’s true,” he said, not knowing his words echoed against the crumbling wall I desperately needed to keep erect. “It’s why I can’t bear to unsheathe myself.”

Was that true?I stiffened. Softening toward him would cause me nothing but trouble.

“Don’t.”

My eyes widened. The one word was a plea and a reminder that I’d promised not to distance myself while with him. The fact that I sensed what that one word meant to convey, and could read his shifting emotions scared me. “I came for sex and we’ve had that. I need to get back to—”

“This wasn’t just sex and I think you know that. Don’t you?”

Even as I shook my head I knew he was right. “Tonight was nothing more than me trying to share a fantasy with Dax.”

He blinked away the softness lining his features and gripped my chin until we were nose to nose. I didn’t know what he was looking for, but I almost saw his own barriers forming behind his eyes. Whatever this allure was, neither of us wanted it. “Perhaps I’m drawn to you because I know you’re not mine. Know this Zoerina Prince, every moment I spend inside your wet pussy, a pussy slick with my cum is one your little boyfriend isn’t.”

His words knocked the breath from my lungs, dimming, but not dousing my arousal. I shouldn’t be turned on by the thought of this man making Dax jealous, but I was.

Shame and betrayal tightened my stomach.

“I’ll take you to the washroom.”

“Just tell me where it is. I can find it.”

“I’ll take you,” he said, releasing my chin and rolling off me.

The loss of his weight didn’t go unnoticed and I trembled from the intensity.

Before I could decipher the change in him, he grabbed our clothes and helped me to my feet. I was naked in heels. But no one seemed to care as my lover walked me through the room, passing couples in the height of lovemaking. Before we turned into the corridor, I glanced toward Dax and swallowed. My boyfriend’s eyes were on us and I couldn't read his aloof expression. Why wasn’t he coming after us?

“Here,” my lover said, opening a door and practically shoving me through it.

“Why are you upset?” I gripped my hips, facing him. From the moment I saw him I knew he was a man used to being in control. Yet, he’d been kind…loving. I shook my head. He was a Den member. Rich. Powerful. This was his world. Dax was part of mine. “I was honest with you. You know why—”

“We fucked?”

No! I bit back the objection. What we shared sounded crude when he phrased it like that. “Yes.” I tilted my chin with bravado I didn’t feel while my stomach quivered.

His jaw clenched and unclenched as we stared at each other. “You wanted a bathroom, here it is.”

I looked around the room. It was a sleek black bathroom with gold accessories that was in tune with the rest of the establishment. From the gold twin sinks, the faucets, and black and gold marble tiles, it reeked of wealth. Another indicator that I was out of my element.

Grabbing a washcloth from the dozens lining the shelf, I soaked it in water before wiping the sweat from my body. I was torn between wiping away the essence of what we shared and leaving him on me.

Beyond watching me have sex, Dax and I never discussed this part. The ‘what came next’ part. He’d been too excited about having his fantasy fulfilled and I’d been too focussed on pleasing him that neither thought about another man’s lingering scent on my body. His intoxicating scent.

I washed and dried my neck, chest, and stomach as my lover fastened his pants. He stuffed the necktie into his pocket then leaned against the wall to watch me. I couldn’t help following the muscles along his chest to his trim waist and the line of curly black hairs that disappeared into his pants. Comfortable in his skin, he didn’t bother buttoning his shirt.

Biting my cheek, I soaked the towel again, bringing it between my thighs.

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