Page 54 of Hot for Hostage

A steel grip around my wrist drew my hand away, and he skillfully replaced my finger with his thicker one.

I swallowed at the delicious stretch.

Once I adjusted to his finger, he added another, and I held his shoulders for balance so I wouldn’t do something silly like fall off the chair.

With his palm grinding against me and me already panting like I’d just run a marathon, it didn’t take long for my body to feel like it was about to combust. Especially when Davian trailed kisses down to my neck, where his teeth scraped soft skin.

This close, I could smell his hair.

It smelled nice.

Like peppermint.

“Dav—” I gasped. My body tightened like a loaded spring, my grip digging into his shoulders as I clenched around his fingers.

“That’s it,” he said against my neck as he worked me. The attention his lips gave my skin made me want to do all sorts of dirty things to him. “Go on, Sadie. I want to hear what you sound like when you come on my fingers.”

His words alone almost pushed me over the edge, and maybe they would’ve… if the patio door hadn’t banged open like the starting gate at a horse race and spooked us both.

Davian stiffened with one arm wrapped around my back and his fingers lodged inside me, and I jerked my head up. An equally surprised Vince gaped at us from the back entrance to the house.

The very open, verypublichouse. One that had guards patrolling the grounds. Grounds I was currently getting naked with my hostage on.

I’d somehow forgotten Davian and I weren’t the only two people in existence.

Which was unfortunate, because with Vince’s arrival, what was sure to be the hottest orgasm of my life came to a sudden, staggering halt.

“Son of a dog biscuit,” I whispered.

caught wet-handed

. . .

Davian

I was going to kill someone before the day was over.

Maybe more than one.

Touching Sadie was like drowning and coming up for air simultaneously. I meant what I’d said about her being addictive, but I hadn’t expected to get hooked.

Then Vince had to show his ugly mug and interrupt us before I could get her off.

Sadie froze and whispered something about biscuits, then squeaked when I leaned down and scooped her towel off the ground—tightening my grip around her waist so she wouldn’t tumble to the floor. Her arms looped around my neck to hold on, and the move pressed her naked breasts to my chest.

That would’ve been a lot more enjoyable if Vince weren’t still here.

I straightened and glared at my second-in-command while wrapping the towel around Sadie’s exposed body. “What the hell, Vince?”

“Seriously?” His jaw dropped, and he jabbed a finger at us. “You’re yelling at me when you’re the ones screwing in broad daylight? This place has a hundred bloody rooms. Find one with a lock.”

He wasn’t wrong, but Sadie had a gift for making me lose my damn mind.

“Or you can get lost,” I shot back.

He didn’t move—too busy staring at me like he’d never seen me before. “You do remember this is the chick who held you at gunpoint yesterday, right?”

“Hey, those were extenuating circumstances!” Sadie pulled back far enough to wrap the towel around her front. She clung to it with both hands, blushing furiously. “I’m not proud of what I did, but Davian was kind enough to forgive me.”

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