Their orgasm hit them almost at the same time, and Staffan gritted, “Kiss me!”
With a choked sob, Saffi turned her head so their lips could meet. She used the kiss to drown her cries of pleasure as the orgasm took over her body completely. As wave upon wave of pleasure battered her body, the force of it centered at the triangle between her legs, she dug her nails deep into his legs, wishing she could keep him inside her forever.
Staffan continued surging in and out of Saffi as his dick shot its cum into her wet warmth. He could never get enough of this. Never. He had tried to get Saffi out of his system but it was f**king impossible. He wanted her, needed her – he loved her too f**king much to survive without this.
Saffi slowly returned to consciousness when she felt Staffan gently lifting her up so he could zip himself back in. She curled in his lap when he was done. She smiled at him sleepily. “Staffan, lo---”
The look of recoil on Staffan’s face brought her back to consciousness – and reality.
She swallowed back the rest of what she had to say.
They wouldn’t ever talk about it again.
Chapter Ten
Sapphire March-Aehrenthal checked in at the Aehrenthal Hotel, New York.
Foursquare: AehrenthalsGirl
New York hated her.
Staffan laughed at her grumbling revelation. Pulling her close to his side, he murmured soothingly, “Of course they don’t, koukla mou. You just have to give them time to get used to you.” They were walking towards the newly built finance center around the corner, where Staffan’s meeting with the interested producers was going to be held.
Saffi loved how all the locals took it in stride that Staffan Aehrenthal was walking next to them on the streets, looking – as always – like a god with the most impeccable taste in clothes. Only Staffan could get away with wearing a dark red blazer and matching pants and not look like he wanted to be the next poster model for LBGT rights.
She stole a look at him, and Staffan immediately caught her doing it. He smirked. “Yes, I know. I’m too handsome for words.”
Saffi didn’t bother denying it, saying with a sigh, “You are.”
“Hey…” He pulled her closer even as he tipped her chin up. “What’s the matter?”
She shrugged. “Maybe I’m a little homesick.”
His eyebrows shot up. “We just got here! And this is just NYC – you didn’t get homesick when we were in Stockholm!”
She sighed again. “I don’t know…maybe it’s really just because I feel so out of place here. Everyone’s just too busy being busy, cynical, calculating – I mean, where’s the love?”
Staffan choked at Saffi’s last words. “Where’s the love?” he echoed. “You’re really wondering about that?”
Saffi sighed. “Don’t mind me. I think these are just the hormones talking.” She stopped right after, her sickened gaze immediately searching Staffan’s. Would he be mad if she accidentally said something about her pregnancy or the baby?
Staffan was frowning. “That could probably be it. I’ve heard of women going crazy and doing crazier shit when they’re pregnant.” As they rounded the corner, his tone became serious as he said, “Look, I can’t be with you all the time today. You understand that, right?”
“Umm, yes?” She wondered where this was going.
Staffan opened the door for her as they went inside the building where his meeting was scheduled. It was twenty stories tall, with a dozen offices located on each floor. Most of the companies here had something to do with the film industry, and Saffi’s interest was immediately drawn in by the different modes of dress the other guests were in.
Seeing her curious look, he told her, “They went to their auditions in costume. It lets them stay in character and helps the casting crew to visualize them.”
Staffan was suddenly blocking her view. “What?” she asked.
“You’re not listening to me, are you? New York isn’t like your town in Florida, okay? People who are friendly here don’t always have good intentions.”
“But Staffan---”
He shook his head. “You stand out in this city, Saffi. One look at you and every serial killer will come out of their hiding places to try to take you. You’ve got prey and victim written all over you---”
“I do not!”
As they stepped inside the elevator, Staffan continued, “You can’t keep smiling---”
Saffi scooted over as another guy joined them inside. He smiled. She smiled.
Staffan scowled. “Saffi!”
She jumped. “What?”
“I just f**king told you---” He glowered. “This is New York City,” he said slowly between clenched teeth. “You won’t know who’s out to mug or stab you next---”
The passenger in the elevator shot Staffan an offended look. “Easy, man. Where’s the love?”
Saffi grinned. “See? I told you---” Her words died at the furious look Staffan dealt her with. The other guy tried to speak, but at Staffan’s look, he wisely shut up as well.
When they reached their floor, Staffan muttered, “Do you remember the first night when the fangirls ganged up on you? Do you remember that, Saffi? They would have torn you apart if the groupies hadn’t helped you. Well, here, that’s going to happen. No one and no one is going to help you so just f**king…stay put.”
They had reached the reception office and he pushed her towards the first seat they passed. “Stay put, don’t make trouble – just play it cool, okay?” He sounded like a worried father. He knew that, couldn’t help it – and couldn’t understand what was happening to him.
But Saffi seemed to.
She reached up and he automatically bent down. She cupped his face and kissed him softly. “Relax, Staffan. We’re going to be okay.”
Staffan closed his eyes.
Ah, f**k.
Fuck, f**k, f**k – Saffi was right. He was acting like this because it was starting to dawn on him that Saffi’s baby could really be his and it meant he was responsible for the baby’s safety, too.
His baby and Saffi’s…
When he opened his eyes, his smile was rueful as he asked, “I’m acting like an ass, aren’t I?”
“No, you’re not,” she said loyally.
He smirked. “You are too transparent, Mrs. Aehrenthal.” The words came out of nowhere.
Saffi wanted to cry. “Mrs. Aehrenthal,” she whispered. “I really like the sound of that.” She kissed him again, pulled back, and still holding his face, she said softly with a smile “Lo---” Her eyes widened. And then she said hastily, “Loudmouthed loach minnow. I, umm, think you’re going to be late.” This time, Saffi couldn’t meet his gaze.