Eternally Seduced(60)

Her gaze fell to the clock on the dressing table, which showed the time and temperature.

"---Celsius," she said almost giddily. The boy band from Korea was just  starting to be really famous, with their latest single reaching the Top  10 in the US and UK.

In the act of asking another question, Staffan stiffened in incredulous  shock when he heard what Saffi and the other woman was talking about.  Did she just say she was a fucking groupie for a boy band?

Saffi felt a little proud of herself when the other woman looked at her  with respect. Maybe it was because Celsius was known to be really  choosy. She had heard something like that about the group from other  fangirls.

"You must be really good. I heard they only do girls able to take them at the same time."

Saffi tried not to choke.

Staffan wanted to wring her neck. This night just kept getting crazier  and crazier. Didn't she know how news traveled lightning fast among Gs?  And didn't she know that he had a rule---

The other woman turned to Staffan. "You have to kick her out. She's not exclusive."

Saffi gasped, realizing why the other woman kept asking her all those  questions. It had been a setup! She stammered, "I am exclusive! What I,  umm, did with Celsius was so long ago. It's over between us. They, umm,  begged me to go with them in their UK tour but I said I wanted to be  with Staffan Aehrenthal this time."

Silence followed her outburst, and if she had to describe it with one  word it would be … delusional. Like they thought Saffi was delusional.

"Hallucinating halibut," she whispered under her breath unconsciously, horrified at how she had let her mouth run off.

Four heads swung towards her.

Realizing what they had heard her say, Saffi turned deep red and bit her  lip very hard so she wouldn't say anything else accidentally.

For the first time in his life, Staffan was torn between enjoying the  most painful erection in his life  –  and laughing out loud because of the  sheer craziness of the things that came out of Saffi March's lovely  mouth.

Coughing, Staffan said, "Let's get on, shall we?" He got to his feet,  aware of how all their eyes devoured him. All he cared about was how  Saffi was doing her best not to stare. It was an epic fail, though,  since her eyes were wide, her face was incredibly expressive, and her  lips were parted in shock.

Saffi couldn't keep her gaze off Staffan as he walked towards them. Oh,  oh, dear---every step he took was so sexy. He definitely deserved to be  Sweden's #1 Sex God. Wait  –  no  –  he deserved more. He should be the #1  Sex God in the whole wide---

"Choose one part of me to kiss."

She gasped, stunned at his words, and even more stunned at the speed to  which the other women responded. The woman next to her  –  Saffi would  forever remember her as The Traitor, may she be roasted by the fires of  fangirl hell for all eternity  – immediately fell to her knees.

Saffi gnashed her teeth when The Traitor placed a lingering kiss on Staffan's cock, which was large and straining.

Not to be outdone, the petite woman in a tank top and denim shorts  standing farthest from Saffi shoved The Traitor away with her hips,  tiptoeing to take Staffan's lips for a kiss. Not a few seconds had  passed when the third woman  –  in a red sleeveless dress and mules  –   grabbed the second woman by the hair, pulling her away so she can lick  Staffan's ear and bite it.

Staffan allowed a moment to pass by before firmly pushing away the woman trying to eat his ear.

Slowly, he let his gaze meet hers.

They realized one thing at the same time.

She was turned on.

The realization blew Staffan's mind. He rasped out, "How about you---"  He let his voice trail off, waiting for her to say her name so he could  let her know that he remembered her.

About to reveal her true name, Saffi stopped herself in time and said the first thing that came to her mind. "I'm … Horny?"

Staffan choked in surprise even as the other women tittered.

Saffi lifted her chin even though she was already mentally killing  herself for the seventh time. "That's right. I like to go by that name  because I'm, umm, horny all the time. I'm, umm, very RAWR and all  between the sheets and now it's my turn to, umm, kiss you---" She  stopped abruptly, her brain finally catching up with her mouth.

What the heck had she been saying?

Deciding that actions were better than words, Saffi abruptly moved close  to Staffan, taking him by surprise. His scent filled her. Even sweaty  as he was after the concert, Staffan Aehrenthal had the most delicious  smell, and the intense look in his eyes as he waited for Saffi to move  just made her feel like she was floating.

Without thinking, she placed her hands on his broad hard shoulders,  using it to pressure him down until he lowered his head enough for their  eyes to be at level with each other. Saffi tiptoed to kiss his  forehead, whispering, "I want to drive you crazy. I want you to know  that I'm wet and without my panties---"

Staffan nearly shuddered at her words. Saffi March may be physically  innocent, but her mind definitely wasn't. And dammit, he found every  silky, silly, beautiful inch of her fucking fascinating.

"Out." It was all he said to the other women before he pulled Saffi  towards him, his fingers sinking into the lush softness of her bottom as  he closed the distance between them.

"That was cheating," The Traitor muttered as she stalked away. "He didn't say we could speak while kissing him."

The woman in red just laughed. "Be graceful in defeat, darling, and next  time---do try not to think like a man with a small brain and an even  smaller dick."

The door slammed shut behind them.

"You horny little minx," he growled down at Saffi.

All she could do was smile weakly at him, unable to believe that she was  again in the circle of Staffan's arms, and this time they were alone.

"What are you going to do now?" Staffan asked just to torment her. "I heard you were with … Celsius?"

The cool tone of Staffan's voice unnerved her and she mumbled, "Yes,  sir," before she could think about it. She winced right after.

The sir made Staffan strive for control, having a hard time fighting off  a lot of things  –  his smile, his erection, and his desperate urge to  fuck Saffi March. She was a lovely handful in his arms, soft in all the  right places, and he fucking loved how she kept wriggling, driving him  wild with her every fidgety move. It amused him that after all her  boldness and bravado, Saffi now appeared unable to figure out where to  put her hands.         

     



 

Ah, Saffi March.

You want to look like everyone's groupie for some reason but you'll always be a fangirl.

My fucking fangirl.

And it was going to stay that way.

He stepped back, surprising her when his arms also fell to his sides, releasing her.

Saffi looked at him fearfully. Had she turned him off with her less than experienced moves?

"I'm waiting, H."

The term made her smile for some reason. "I like that," she admitted.

He liked it, too, but Staffan decided not to say anything. He was  obsessed with her, too much to make it safe for her to know it.

At his silence, Saffi nervously reached for her top and slowly pulled it  over her head. It took barely a second since it was more like a second  layer of undergarments. It was that small.

The way Staffan gazed at her, the way he devoured her with his eyes,  left Saffi befuddled with desire. She stood there, frozen, one hand  clutching her top, not knowing where to put it. Should she just drop it  to the floor? Should she fold it and lay it on the table?

"Drop it---"

Saffi relaxed, eager for Staffan to take command.

"With your bra."

Oh.

"Umm … now?"

He raised a brow again. "When else?"

Right.

Dropping her top, she reached out from behind to unhook her bra. The  hook gave way too easily, not providing her any time to get more of her  bearing back.

The bra finally fell, and Staffan swallowed back a groan at the sight of  Saffi's bare breasts. Fuck. They were the loveliest sight he had ever  seen, pale, full, with rosy nipples that begged to be sucked. In the  three months he had been fucking stalking her in Facebook, there were  nights he had imagined seeing Saffi March naked, her eyes nearly dilated  with desire as she touched herself before him. Those were the times he  had been forced to pleasure himself. He had to. No other woman had  aroused him ever since he had talked to Saffi on the phone.

He really was fucking obsessed with Saffi March, and now he was finally going to make her his.

Staffan crooked a finger.

Trembling with excitement and shyness, she took one small step towards him.

The door burst open, followed by the entire group of Staffan's backup dancers flooding in.

She shrieked just as the boisterous group finally noticed her, jaws  dropping, their celebratory shouts cut off. Somewhere from behind, a  champagne cork popped open, followed by a nervously muttered ‘shit'.