He took her braid, running his fingers on its twisted strands and enjoying its silky smooth texture. He murmured huskily, “You win, Saffi.”
It took a moment before the words sank in. Saffi’s eyes widened, Mitch gasped, but the crowd went berserk. Bob nodded at his security team to escort the other woman out before she could cause trouble. The warning gazes from the two men clutching her arms kept her mouth shut, but she couldn’t help glaring at Saffi over her shoulder even as she was dragged away, promising herself silently that this was not going to be the end.
Saffi was utterly oblivious to what had just happened, and even the loud cheers of Staffan’s crew didn’t entirely reach her. All she could see, hear, and feel had to do with the divinely gorgeous man standing in front of her. “Y-you know what we were doing?”
Still holding the braid, he teased, “A dance off with me as a prize?”
She blushed, forgetting for the moment that Gs didn’t blush so easily.
Staffan smirked. “I hate to tell you this, H, but you sucked.”
She smiled sheepishly. “But you still chose me as a winner, though.”
“Not because you danced better.” He leaned close. “It’s because you’re the only woman I want to f**k right now.”
Her heart tripped at his words. Looking up at him, Saffi wondered if Staffan had any idea of how his eyes were giving her a completely different message from how he had acted last night. But then it didn’t matter. She was in love with him either way.
Staffan tugged at her braid. “This is a very unusual hairstyle for a groupie, H.”
Oops.
She stammered, “It’s daytime. I only, umm, go for wilder styles at night.”
He coughed. “I see.”
She tried not to look flustered. God, that was so lame.
He tugged her braid again. “Since you won the dance off, I’m going to give you a prize, too.”
Saffi squealed, unable to help it.
Staffan coughed harder. How could she be so smart and yet so naïve at the same time? Did she really think she could fool anyone with her ridiculous cover-up as a G? No self-respecting groupie would squeal like a five-year-old getting her first Barbie just because she was promised a prize.
Without attempting to lower his voice, wanting every man in the vicinity to hear and know just who Saffi March belonged to, Staffan said simply, “You get to f**k me.” Before she had time to gasp, he added in a matter-of-fact voice, “Now.”
And then he was sweeping her in his arms and taking Saffi to the nearest room with a door that could be locked – which happened to be the office of the day manager for the concert venue.
Staffan dealt the other man a look. “I need your office. Now.”
Saffi bit back a groan of embarrassment, hiding her flushed face in the crook of his neck.
The day manager wasn’t stupid. He hurried out without a word, knowing that Staffan Aehrenthal was a man to be obeyed at all costs.
Staffan kicked the door shut. “Ready to be f**ked?” he asked as he let Saffi down.
In answer, she wriggled out of her panties and placed it on the table.
He groaned---a deep, long, lust-crazed one that came all the way from his belly, heated by the fire in his loins. “You’re so f**king sexy you’re driving me out of my mind.”
She said shyly, “You, too. I feel exactly the same way---” The rest of her words were lost in his kiss, Staffan hauling her to him in one rough and hungry motion. He kissed her like he was dying and only she could bring him back to life.
Something hard pressed against the soft skirt of her dress.
Or rather, Saffi was the only one could make his dick come alive this fast.
As she lifted the skirt of her dress, she hoped it was true. That he’d only hunger for her, even if it was just for a while.
Saffi gasped when he suddenly flipped her around. “Do you still feel sore here?” His hand drifted down, wetting his finger with the moisture that had so quickly formed between her legs.
She shook her head.
“The truth,” he growled.
“I just want you in,” she gasped.
“Good. We’ll try something different this time.” With his fingers still moving against her flesh but never quite thrusting in, Staffan made her move so that they were facing the window. Reaching past her, which caused his fingers to press against her cl*t and making her gasp, he twisted the blinds partially open, allowing them to see outside while keeping them hidden from view.
“Grab the sills, baby,” he told her as he pushed her down.
Saffi held the sills, feeling exquisitely exposed once more as he felt Staffan’s gaze devouring her na**d legs and sex. The fact that she still had her heels on, the sound of Staffan unbuckling his belt behind her and unzipping his pants to let his dick spring free---all of it caused Saffi to let out a whimper.
Staffan rubbed his dick against her quivering sex. “Do you want this, H?”
“Yes.” She was already panting and they hadn’t yet done anything.
The na**d yearning in her voice made his dick throb and pulse like it was about to burst. “You’re so f**king hot.”
She wriggled her butt, trying to get him to enter her.
Staffan slapped her ass, and she yelped. “That will teach you to wait.”
“Please,” she begged when he pulled away, leaving her feeling empty and aching.
“Please what, baby?” He caressed the soft skin of her ass, mesmerized at the pinkish imprint he had left. “Do you want me to f**k you---back doors?”
She stiffened with a gasp. “No!”
He pushed her back down when she tried to straighten up, saying teasingly just to torment her, “But I thought you did that already.”
Those freaking lies! She opened her mouth to confess the truth. “I…” She closed her eyes, trying to think, and then inspiration hit her. “I…need a butt plug.”Shit. She had lied again. When she felt Staffan actually rub his dick against the curve between her butt cheeks, she cried out quickly, “The butt plug is…necessary...to, umm, prepare me…for…that.”
Under his touch, he felt Saffi stiffening more and more with every rub of his dick against her tiny nether hole. Deciding he had teased her enough, he repositioned his dick against her sex, smiling a little when he felt her relax instantly at the contact.
“That’s too bad about the butt plug. Maybe next time.”
“Uhh, yeah, next---ahh.” Staffan had pressed his fingers against her clit, harder and harder until she gasped.