Page 26 of Savage Prince
“Thank God.”
“But if they had ...” His voice comes from just over my shoulder, and my spine stiffens as goose bumps rise on my exposed shoulders and arms. “What a fucking beautiful sight. You, bent over the desk. My handprint on your ass. Your sweet cunt on display as you spread your legs. The vision has been burned into my brain for days, but nothing makes me come harder than when I think about how you looked when you watched them. I need to watch you watch again.”
Heat floods my system at his words, and doubles down when the door to the other room opens as the grandfather clock in the corner gongs the one o’clock hour.
I sit up straighter in the chair as a woman in a prim skirt suit, not unlike the one I wore the other night, enters the office followed by a man in slacks with his shirtsleeves rolled up over his forearms.
Watching my stranger—who I know in a biblical sense but not in any other way—roll up his shirtsleeves the other night over his thickly muscled, tattooed forearms was one of the most erotic sights I’ve experienced in my life. Actually, everything that happened in that office and everything I watched happen in the room beyond it makes that list.
I cross my legs tightly as the woman comes to a stop in front of the desk, and my movements take on more significance when I remember he is watchingme.I turn to find where my watcher has decided to perch.
“Don’t worry, I can see you just fine. Watch them.” His voice has retreated once more to the shadows, but this time in the opposite corner of the room, where he must have a direct view of my chair but no vantage point to see what’s happening in the office.
How the hell does he move so soundlessly?He’s practically a ghost.
“It’s different knowing you’re here. I can’t just forget that part.”
A gravelly laugh is his response. “I dare you to try to forget me. Now, watch them.”
I take his dare and tear my gaze away from his outline in the darkness. I focus on the man unbuttoning his collar as he paces a half circle around the woman in front of him.
“You think I wouldn’t notice the way you were touching yourself under the table in the meeting?” he says, already immersed in the role-play.
Unless ... is there a boardroom in Haven as well? The possibility springs into my mind, but I file it away to wonder about later as he stops next to her beside the desk.
I’m failing at the dare, for the record. His stare takes on a life of his own, even as the scene plays out in front of me.
“You couldn’t keep your fingers off your greedy little pussy while we were in front of people, could you?”
Her eyes stay downcast, but there’s an obvious air of excitement buzzing around her as she squirms in her tall heels.Is that how I looked when I stood there and the scene started?
“Answer me, or I’ll double your punishment.”
She bites her lip. “No. I couldn’t.”
“You wanted to touch yourself where anyone could’ve seen you?”
“Yes,” she whispers, but there’s no shame in it, more like triumph. “You know I like—”
The man steps forward. “I know what you like, pet. And you’re going to get your audience. Turn around and spread your legs.”
Oh my God, they know we’re watching them.The thought pops into my head, followed by,Well, I would hope so.Especially considering I wouldn’t want to be watched without my knowledge.
Wait, I would want to be watched if I knew?I stiffen in the chair at the uncomfortable thought, but it takes a back seat when the woman follows his orders and he touches a hand to her lower back, then presses her chest down on the desk.
That was me before.
“Do you remember how it felt to have your tits pressed against the desk? How it felt to spread your legs as you waited for whatever I wanted to do to you?”
His voice deepens, taking on that raspy quality, making my nipples tighten into sensitive points as I shift in the chair, uncrossing my legs.
“Answer me.”
“Yes. I remember.”
“Good.” The sound of a zipper hissing catches my attention, but it’s not coming from the other couple.
Oh my God, is he ...
