Page 80 of Savage Hearts

If I could, I would?—

I stiffened when I felt his hand move in circles around my stomach.

His thumb found my navel, and he played with it, dipping inside.

I turned back to him, but Maverick wasn’t paying me any attention.

I swallowed and looked away when he spoke, though I didn’t hear what he said exactly, considering all the blood had rushed to my ears.

He wouldn’t.

Not when there were so many people around, would he?

His hand moved lower.

I clenched my legs together, aware of the too-short dress that had ridden up to my upper thighs, aware of my bare pussy pressed directly on his fancy dress pants.

My breathing grew labored, and I shook my head when his hand came down to the hem of my dress. He left his hand on my thigh, his chest vibrating against my back whenever he spoke.

I tried to focus on his words.

Rings… the Cadorna family… power… money…

His hand moved under my dress.

I tried to stop his movement when he started to slide it back up my leg, but he simply pushed my hands away.

I kept my legs closed, denying him access.

There were so many people here.

They couldn’t see us, considering the huge table was blocking their view and none of the men had dared to look at me after Maverick’s promise, but—but?—

What if I couldn’t control the noises that came out of my mouth?

He pinched the outside of my thigh roughly, and I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out in pain.

My legs gave way without a thought, and he cupped me fully in his warm hand. Skin to skin, made even more noticeable by the fact that he’d had me waxed not too long ago.

My heart dropped to my stomach when he used that hand to slide me back until I could feel his erection against my ass.

That shouldn’t turn me on, but it did. Fuck, it did.

And I knew he could feel it. Fuck, how could he not feel it when I was dripping over his hand?

Shame and lust warred inside me, and I didn’t know which to let win.

I trembled against him, closing my legs once more, but all that did was trap his hand there, and I didn’t?—

My head fell back against his chest when he moved his fingers across my clit.

Like this, only the lower half of his face was visible to me, and I could see a small smile playing around his lips.

Bastard.

He continued to play with me while he talked.

How could he possibly concentrate on business while doing this to me?

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