Page 521 of Savage Bosses

“This next performance is a special one I’ve been working on. You two are the first to see it, and I’d like to dedicate it specifically to you two. How long have you been together?” she asks.

“We are—”

“Almost ten years,” Ambrose’s deep voice resounds over mine.

“Oh, nice! You’re a beautiful couple. So, this is for you two lovebirds,” she says as 112’sPeaches and Creambegins to play.

This time, her movements are faster, harder, and more aggressive. She’s also more hands-on, touching my thighs and arms as she incorporates me into her dance moves.

Amethyst hops onto the large armchair with me, rolling her hips and gyrating on me. My head swivels so damn fast to look at an amused Ambrose that you’d think I would have caught whiplash.

He winks at me, and Amethyst gently cradles my face returning my attention to her. She winks and rolls her body against mine, slowly dragging her hands down my breasts until she flips off the chair landing on her back and thrusts her legs and ass into the air.

She does a quick scissor movement to propel herself into the air and then back onto the floor in a split. Swiveling her back leg around to meet the front one, she drags herself into a plank formation, pushes up and down with her ass bucking into the air and eventually stands again.

This bitch is in great shape and true form! How the hell does she do all this and still breathe evenly?

She’s a seductress, a magician sexily and slowly walking toward me and keeping my gaze trained on her making it difficult for me to break eye contact. She kicks her legs up, props her heels onto my thighs, and pumps upward with her pelvis damn near meeting my face.

Everything this woman does is intentional and edgy. She moves into the tight space between our two chairs and links our hands together before hopping onto Ambrose’s lap and working him over like she did me.

Jealousy flows inside me and makes me want to push her off his lap. And when I go to release his hand, he clasps mine tighter, locking his gaze with mine and licking his lips to tell me that it’s me that he wants. Me he wants on his lap, me he wants working him, and me he wants to fuck.

The heat is too intense, the memories too vivid. My panties are wet, and my nipples ache. All I want is Ambrose. Nothing less and nothing more.

Amethyst, the bodyguard, and the server leave the room.

“What are you doing?” I ask when Ambrose gets up and locks the door.

Ambrose stalks at me, pulls me out of my chair and clutches my hair. His kiss is bold, demanding, and unapologetic. His hands are hot on my shoulders as he shoves down the off-the-shoulder sleeves, baring my breasts in the strapless bra.

Unhooking it, his lips and tongue scorch my nipples when he takes a taste. All the anger and reservation I’ve allowed to fester against Ambrose seeps out of me like air from a balloon. I wither at his touch, wanting more.

Ambrose knows my body better than anyone, so it’s no surprise when he cups my ass, lifts me into his arms and walks back to the chair he sat in.

My legs straddle him, shifting the knit dress up around my hips. Denials and objections are only quaint thoughts at the back of my mind as he shifts my thong aside and fingers me.

“Fuck!” I cry.

“That’s what I want too,” he says, intentionally misinterpreting my comment.

His fingers pump furiously in and out of my swollen slit. Though it brings pleasure, it’s not enough. Only one thing can satiate me at this point.

“Please tell me you’ve got a goddamn condom, Ambrose!”

He shifts with me still on his lap, awkwardly reaching for his wallet. When he pulls it free, I search it and remove a condom from a stack of three. I don’t bother to question him.

Ripping it with my teeth while he unzips his pants and whips out his dick, I sheath him in no time.

Rough hands clasp my hips and pull me roughly down on him, snatching my breath from my lungs as he fills me up, stirring the desire and quenching the ache.

Pressing my face into the side of his neck, I whimper, “Ambrose, oh, Ambrose. You feel so good.”

He’s pumping at lightning speed inside of me as though I might change my mind if he doesn't. Never when it feels this good.

“I can’t get enough in this position,” I whimper.

He stands to accommodate me and lifts me off him long enough to put me on my feet. With my hands gripping the arms of the chair and my ass in the air, I hiss again as he takes me roughly from behind. This is what I’ve needed and missed for so long.

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