Page 81 of Savage Hearts

A flush took over my cheeks, and I found myself grateful that at least no one was looking at me.

If I could keep from making any noise, no one would know, but it was the thought that we could be discovered at any moment?—

I grabbed his thigh when he flicked my clit, just before he inserted a single finger inside me.

Oh, God.

I clenched around him and his dick twitched behind me.

Fuck.

I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.

Wetness seeped out, and I knew I was drenching the fabric of his pants. What if I stained them?

How could we possibly walk out of this building after?

He lazily pumped his finger in and out of me.

My fists tightened around his thighs as my hips started to move a little against him, trying to get to that delicious friction.

He added another finger, spreading me, and pumped them harder and faster.

I bit the inside of my cheek, feeling so close to exploding and knowing I couldn’t. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I leaned closer to Maverick, hoping that would lessen the pleasure in some way. Trying to find a degree of balance, but it was no use.

His thumb found my clit and swirled around it. I arched my back slightly and bit down on the inside of my cheek a little harder.

I turned back, and my eyes met his.

I shook my head, begging him not to let me lose control in a room full of men. I couldn’t.

His cruel, amused eyes stared back at me, and for a moment, I thought he would do it. He was going to wring an orgasm out of me with all these people present.

But then he said, “Good. Now leave and get to work.”

I could have wept with joy.

Everyone stood up as one and moved out the doors as if the devil was chasing them out.

I didn’t look.

I couldn’t focus on anything but his fingers. When the door finally slammed shut behind the last man, Maverick increased his tempo.

I buried my face in his chest as the orgasm hit, biting on his tie to keep from making any noise.

“That’s it,” he praised. “Such a good girl for me.”

I shouldn’t be affected by his words, but I wondered if he knew they only worked to prolong the peak.

His fingers kept working me over, and spasms rocked my body as I rode out the last of it.

I shook against him and watched as he pulled out of me and sucked on his fingers as if it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.

I blushed, and he winked at me, ever the charmer.

“I can’t believe you did that,” I said when I found my voice.

“Can’t you? Didn’t I tell you that you’re mine? I can do whatever the fuck I want with you.”

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