Page 14 of Seal My Fate

I explode, climaxing with a howl that I swear they could hear clear across London as pleasure wracks my body and blots my mind clean.

“Christ, baby…” Saint fucks me through it, his movements turning frenzied as I wail and shake in his arms. “Fucking clench my cock, just like that. Good girl.Fuck…”

He comes with a low roar, shuddering his climax into me, and we collapse forward together, sweaty and gasping against the balcony.

I gulp for air, finally opening my eyes again.

The courtyard is empty. The woman is gone.

Holy shit.

I let out a gasp of thrilled laughter, and feel a rumbling chuckle from Saint, too. “Oh my God,” I mutter, reeling. My body is flooded with pleasure, humming and lit up. “Whatwasthat?”

“That was your discovery kink, darling.”

Saint withdraws, and zips up before tenderly turning me to face him. He looks far too collected and smug for a man who just made me lose my mind, but I can’t even hate him for it, not when he kisses me softly, as sweet now as his body was just demanding. I melt in his arms, feeling breathless.

Feelingincredible.

“I didn’t even know that was a thing,” I admit, beaming.

He laughs. “Oh yes. It’s a good one. The open office door… the people in the garden just outside… The risk of someone walking in and catching us, seeing you taking my cock.”

I shiver. “I like it,” I admit. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I know, it’s not just because of him. The moments we’re alone together are mind-blowing enough, but this…?

This was something else.

“Between that and your exhibitionist side… You’re going to keep me a busy man,” Saint muses, kissing my forehead. “Busy, and hard as a fucking rock.”

I laugh, about to nestle into his arms, when suddenly, we hear the sound of footsteps from the stairwell.

Somebody’s coming!

I panic. The risk of discovery is one thing, but actually getting busted half-naked in a public place—

“Relax,” Saint orders me softly. In one swift motion, he pulls my dress back up, and then tugs me over to the picnic table, pulling me into his lap and pressing a champagne glass into my hand, so that when the aging security guard emerges onto the rooftop, panting from the climb, he finds us sitting together sharing a romantic drink.

Perfectly innocent.

“Everything alright?” Saint asks calmly, as if a minute ago he wasn’t buried to the hilt, fucking me senseless.

As if my thighs weren’t sticky with his come under this dress.

“Aye. I think so.” The man looks around, clearly puzzled. “We had some reports about a noise. A woman screaming…”

I try not to choke on the champagne.

“Really?” Saint squeezes my hip, but he doesn’t skip a beat. “We didn’t hear anything, did we, darling?”

I shake my head, worried that if I open my mouth at all, I’ll start giggling.

“Perhaps it was the birds?” Saint suggests. “They can make a terrible racket sometimes.”

“Aye…” The guard looks around again, downcast to have missed out on some drama. “Sorry to interrupt, Mr. St. Clair.”

“Perfectly alright,” Saint says cheerfully. “Safety first, and all that. Have a biscuit for your troubles,” he adds, offering a box from the picnic basket.

The guard brightens. “Don’t mind if I do.”

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