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Why wasn’t the horny smoke fading? Why wasn’t I suddenly embarrassed? Or regretting it? Why wasn’t I begging for my job, for him not to tell anyone?
He gave me a hand to help me up and I swiftly buttoned my jeans, avoiding his gaze. My slides had fallen off back at the pillar.
“Tonight I’m going to make you come,” he whispered in my ear, pressing his body into the back of mine. “I want to hear your little cries without my cock muffling them.”
“Tonight?” I asked, frozen, but the fire was reigniting low in my belly.
“We’re not done,” he said with a shake of his head as if he couldn’t believe me. He pressed into my back, arms reaching around to hold me prisoner. He paused. “Are you always going to be so stiff with me clothed? Do I need to get you undressed for you to lighten up?”
I laughed and turned around in his arms to see his mouth only inches from mine. “Good luck,” I said, not fighting his hold but stepping back and putting pressure on his grip. “Only one man has made me come. And it’s never been with penetration alone.”
“I’m patient,” he purred and lifted my chin for his following words to breathe on my lips, “and very eager to please.”
I inhaled his breath, wanting more of him and probably looking dumbfounded through my tiny blinks.
“I’ll come by your hotel room. Too many people will try and find me in mine. I’ll be discreet. See you later, Livid.”
And he left me with the taste of him still in my mouth.
Chapter 14
The group were heading to the bars inNoidaafter dinner. That group includedSaliha, whose room shared a wall with mine. I stayed with her as she got ready, a mug of peppermint tea cradled in my hands.
“You don’tlookunwell,” she mused, her eyebrows high as she gave me a suspicious look through the reflection of the mirror.
“Hey, you’re used to this jet-lag business. You’ve only had a three-hour time difference this week,” I laughed. “Whereas, I had nine hours between Japan and England, then five hours between England and here. I am shattered.”
Not a lie. But my body had been rejuvenated somewhere around five o’clock in a certain pit box.
She sighed and pursed her lips with a popping sound to spread her lipstick. “Shall I get somealoogobisent up to you?”
Ugh, those crispy potatoes.Yes. Yes, you should.
“Nah, it’s okay,” I said, which had her whip around in her chair with a deep frown. I raised my arms in surrender. “I’m just really tired. I’ll probably listen to a crime podcast and fall asleep.”
Her phone chimed and saved me from any more scrutiny. “Nix and Frank are already there, so I might head down.”
“Nix is there?”
The words were in the room before I could think them through.
“You don’t have to worry,” she said, sitting at the end of her bed with me and pulling on her socks. “I can look after him for one night. See that he doesn’t get into too much trouble.”
What if he thought I was actually sleeping? What if he thought it was me trying to get out of seeing him?
“Give me five minutes,” I said, already sprawling for my room.
To sell the ‘I’m exhausted’ story, I had put my pyjamas on and the dressing gown provided by the hotel. In my suitcase, I pulled out a silk blouse and groaned. It was creased. If I had known I was going, I would have been better prepared.
Salihastood in my doorway. “Want to borrow something of mine?”
I nodded. Of course I did. She had the most beautiful designer pieces.
“Here,” she said in her room, handing me a folded piece of black material. “This and your leather trousers. Sit and I’ll do your hair.”
But as I unravelled the clothes she had given me, I realised quickly it wasn’t quite a top. The corset was mostly mesh around the boning, with delicate embroidered flowers. The only thing that would cover me were the breast cups.
“This isunderwear,Liha.”
