Page 64 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part One
He strode over to me, getting into my personal space until he was staring down at me with those dark, quicksand eyes. “You look sexy as fuck, Good Girl.” He ran the back of his fingers down my exposed shoulder. “Now go and take it off, because there’s no way I’m letting you out in public looking so fucking beautiful.”
I snorted, pushing his chest. “You chose this fucking dress, Sampson Rubio. Now you can wallow in your shitty, high-handed attitude.” I grinned, because revenge was a sweet dessert. “Let’s go. I don’t want to miss our dinner appointment. Why are we going to a French restaurant in Japan anyway?”
“It’s a three star restaurant, Good Girl. Who cares where it is?”
As we left the suite, Evan was waiting with his team outside the doors. They were all dressed to go clubbing as well, probably so they didn’t stand out in the crowd. Evan looked up, dropping his cellphone, and it landed at my feet.
“Whoops!” I bent forward to pick it up, but Hendrick was there, swiping it out of my hands.
“For the sweet love of god, Viva, do not bend over in that dress.” He sounded physically pained, and I laughed. Yeah, I didn’t wear many skin-tight minidresses.
“Fuck this, I’m calling Firth and telling him we’re cancelling,” Sampson added.
Someone else muttered an agreement as I straightened my dress, and I frowned. “Listen, I just spent three hours getting ready, so don’t be assholes. I promise I won’t bend over again, though I’m not sure squatting down in this dress will be any better.” Hendrick groaned, and I just smiled. “Loosen up, guys—no one’s going to care. Besides, if it really is the End Of Days and I’m swarmed by eligible bachelors, I have Evan to beat them off.”
“He’ll be beating something off,” someone murmured, making Evan clench his jaw.
I decided to save him from further embarrassment. “Let’s go. We’ll miss our reservation.”
Dinner was amazing. Dammit, when this was all over, I could live without the first class travel and the fancy hotels, and the expensive as hell clothes. But the food—that I would miss.
We walked across the bridge that ran around the bay and over to the Cosmo Clock wheel. “Are we going up?”
Sampson chuckled. “If I just wanted to look at it, we could be doing that naked against the windows of our suite. You could watch it go around as I fucked you from behind.”
Hendrick went over and bought tickets, while security took up separate positions around the entrances. Directing me up a set of stairs, Sampson moved to my side and Otto came up behind me.
When I was a few steps up, I felt fingers running lightly up the inside of my thigh. I gasped and stumbled, Sampson’s arm around my waist the only thing keeping me steady.
“Otto,” I hissed, and he just smiled cheekily up at me. Fuck, he was cute. “Stop it or I’m going to trip and topple us both back down the stairs.” I looked past him to Hendrick still on the bottom step. “Hurry up, Drix. What are you doing?”
He grinned, and it was that same smile that had completely undone my defenses in the first place. “The view is better from down here.”
“You are all perverts, and I hope you know it.”
We made it to the gate, where the signs announced that the Ferris wheel didn’t stop. We had to jump on when the doors opened. I mean, it was moving slow as hell, but still, I was in six-inch heels. I wasn’t the most coordinated person at the best of times and moving vehicles wouldn’t help. Arms suddenly wrapped around my waist as Otto picked me up, pressing me tight to his body and walking us both on.
“I could have done that.”
Otto shrugged. “I just wanted a good reason to have that tight little ass pressed against my crotch and still seem chivalrous.”
I laughed and wiggled my ass against his dick as he slid me back down to my feet. Hendrick stood at the door, eyeballing the attendant, daring him to let anyone else into our capsule. Eventually, the doors slid closed and we moved up.
“So, I read that it takes fifteen minutes for this to go around,” Sampson said lightly, though there was no mistaking the undertone of lust in his voice. “You know what that means, Good Girl?”
I smirked at him. “That I better appreciate the view?”
He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me tightly to him. “No, Aviva. It means I can only make you come twice.”
He slid his other hand down my side and over my ass, lifting my thigh so my leg hooked around his own, opening me to him. His fingers traced over the crease of my thigh and then brushed across my underwear.
“I’ve imagined all the ways I want to fuck you in this tiny dress all night long. Bent over. On your knees. Up against the bathroom wall at the restaurant. Then I imagined peeling it off you slowly, so I could taste every inch of your flesh and claim it as mine.”
Oh god. His words were their own kind of foreplay, raising goosebumps on my skin and dampening my core until I ached with every brush of his fingertips. Slipping beneath the lace lines of my underwear, he stroked his fingers through my folds, making a satisfied noise at how wet I was. He teased around my clit, just enough pressure for the promise of pleasure, but not enough at all. The fucker was tormenting me.
“Please,” I begged, and he laughed. I clawed his back. “I thought you said we were in a hurry?”
One of the other guys grunted out a curse as Sampson kissed my neck, placing soft bites there. “But I love that noise you make when I tease.” He let out a put-upon sigh. “Fine. Hard and fast it is, like the dirty girl you are.” He rubbed his thumb across my clit, making me buck into his hand.
