Page 54 of Savage

It sounded like he’d been choosing between two evils in that moment and gone with the lesser one. That was just proof he was high and not thinking clearly, because there was nothing wrong with a blow job. There was especially nothing wrong with my being the one to give it, and if Lachlan had been in his right mind, he would’ve seen that clear as day between my thighs.

With the heel of my hand, I pressed down on my dick, willing my erection to go away until I had a private moment to get myself off.

“I can take care of that.” Lachlan watched me with hooded eyes, and then dropped them to my lap.

Desire, hot and fierce, shot through me. It was one thing to be sitting here thinking about sliding my mouth up and down his cock; it was another thing to imagine he’d want to do that.

To me.

Right here, right now.

Hell, even just his hand wrapped around me?—

I squeezed my eyes shut and increased the pressure until it hurt.

Think of something else. Anything else. Fuck, think of Mick.

I couldn’t take advantage of what Lachlan was offering, not when he was so messed up. He didn’t know what he was saying.

“You don’t have to sit there in pain.” Lachlan took my wrist and tugged it away from what I’d been trying, and failing, to conceal.

God, it was tempting. He had no idea how hard it was not to take advantage and beg him to touch me. But all I could see when I looked at him was the role he was playing, and I just couldn’t do it. No matter how much I’d want to kick my ass tomorrow. I already barely recognized myself—a masked lover, blowing Lachlan in a sex club full of drug dealers. If I didn’t deny what I wanted in this moment, I’d secure my spot as completely, irrevocably fucked up.

“I’m fine,” I bit out, harsher than I wanted it to be, but I was trying.

Lachlan let go of my wrist. “Suit yourself.”

When he turned to gaze out the window again, I bit down hard on my lip to avoid begging him to do it. To unbutton these torturous leather pants and suck me so hard and deep I’d never have to come again.

You’re an idiot. Such a fucking idiot.

A few minutes later, like he’d forgotten and it just occurred to him, Lachlan tied the blindfold over my eyes, and I let the annoyance from not knowing where we were fuel me enoughthat my dick stopped trying to stab through my pants.Thatwould’ve been more awkward to walk around with than it had been to swallow Lachlan’s cock in front of a bunch of strangers.

Who was I again? And why was it all sohot? Even Lachlan eye-fucking me when he snorted a line was seared into my brain.

With his grip firm on my arm, he led me through wherever we were, into the elevator, up however many floors, before depositing me in the penthouse and untying the blindfold.

“We’re here.”

“So I see…finally.”

“What’d you say?” Lachlan asked as I walked over to my backpack. I needed to get out of this outfit as soon as possible.

“I saidfinally. The blindfold, remember?”

“Oh, right.” Lachlan’s eyes twitched as he stared me down, then he turned away, rubbing the back of his neck. He had to be feeling like shit. Not that I would know, but he definitely didn'tseemlike himself.

“Listen, you don’t have to stay up here. I’m just going to go shower and clean up after?—”

“I defiled you.”

“What?” My jaw fell on the floor as I stormed over to him. I grabbed hold of his arm and jerked him around, and the fact he let me spoke volumes. “You did notdefileme. I did what I did tonight of my own accord. I did it because?—”

“Of your story.”

That was one reason, but not what I’d been about to say. The reality was I’d wanted to taste him, wanted to put my mouth on him, and the fact he was too goddamn high to know that had me even more frustrated.

“Forget it,” I said, and let go of his arm, snatching up my bag and marching toward the bathroom. “And you can leave. I promise I’m not going to drown in my tears over what you did.”

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