Page 72 of Depraved
“Wider.”
She steps out again, and I press against her backside, taking one of her breasts in my hand. Keeping the cigar in my other hand, I bend forward and trail it up her leg that’s sticking out of the slit. The tightly wrapped cigar scratches up her leg as her breathing increases. I tuck my hand inside the slit in her dress and down over her bare pussy.
“Try not to tighten—cigars are fragile,” I growl in her ear.
A nervous giggle escapes her lips, but she stops almost as quickly. “Sorry.”
I take the uncut side of the cigar and rub it around her entrance, pushing it in slightly, letting it pulse in and out a few strokes before pulling it back out.
“Oh shit,” she pants.
I lean in over her shoulder, running my nose down her neck. “Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted. Now I won’t have to miss you.”
My hand slips back out of her dress, and I straighten, smoothing my jacket. Sarah’s face comes into view over her shoulder, a naughty smile on her lips.
“Is that all, Mr. Sovrano?” she purrs.
“For now.” I wink and turn, walking out of her office, leaving her hot and needing with her fingers dug into her desk.
THIS IS UNBEARABLE.ALL NIGHThis eyes have been on me as I walked around, silently fucking me with every glance. I can barely concentrate. All I want is to be devoured—long and hard and without mercy.
I arch my back and cross my legs, leaning against the bar, my chin lifting as I wait on the inventory report. My thighs squeeze together for just a small bite of relief. Jesus, Dante’s going to kill me with all his sexy.
“Sarah,” I hear called out from across the room.
Holding a finger up to the approaching bartender, I turn, my eyes scanning and landing on one of the seating areas tucked in the corner. An internal sigh runs through me when I see Bill waving a hand.
For fuck’s sake. I should just let Dante kill him.
I nod and push off the bar, making my way over, glancing to where Dante is standing and talking to Matteo. He doesn’t seem to notice me, maybe because the conversation seems serious. My gaze drifts to the glass he’s holding by the top, circling it between his fingers.
As I approach Bill, I see he’s sitting by himself, but there are two drinks on the table.Don’t say it, Bill.
“Hello. Two nights in a row. Lucky me.” I smile tightly. “What can I do for you?”
Bill tips his head to the chair. “Sit, Sarah. I ordered you a drink. You look like you’ve been working hard.”
Would you just give up, already?
“Yes, but I am working, so I’ll pass on the drink. Thank you though. You should mingle, Bill. There are open couples here tonight and quite a few singles as well,” I add, motioning around the room.
My wrist pulls, and my gaze shoots to where I see his finger is tucked just underneath my bracelet, pulling it toward him.
“What’s this?” he asks, staring at me.
“That’s a bracelet. Please remove your finger from it. Now,” I deliver calmly, feeling less than.
“So, what? You like sparkly things. I’ll buy whatever you want. Stop teasing me and have a drink. I can make it worth your while,” he coaxes arrogantly as his fingers try to crawl up my arm.
“Did you just proposition me?” I reply, stunned as I jerk my arm away, but he grips my wrist in his sweaty palm, holding me in place.
I open my mouth to tell him to go fuck himself and remind him that I will revoke his membership if he doesn’t take his hand off me when my voice is quieted by a stronger one.
“I’d keep your hands to yourself if you’d like them to remain attached to your body,” Dante growls from behind me.
Bill’s hand drops from my arm as he swallows hard. “I apologize. We were just talking. I didn’t mean any disrespect.”
Well, that was fast.
