Not Staffan Aehrenthal the billionaire rockstar.
Not Sweden's #1 Sex God.
Not Mr. Rockstar Chic.
But just Staffan – the man she had secretly felt so incredibly close to even though they had never met.
Serendipity, she thought giddily then giggled when another thought occurred to her. "Serendipity" wasn't enough. If it was Staffan he would call it something else.
Fucking serendipity.
Staffan sensed Saffi smiling against his skin as he took them out of the elevator, and the thought of it made his heart kick up a weird fuss. But it also intensified his arousal and he quickened his pace, practically running towards the suite. Forget about being looking fucking cool! All he wanted was to fuck Saffi March and he was going to fucking kill anyone who fucking stood in his way.
Bob opened the door to his suite for him.
Staffan paused just before going in. "H." It was an effort to speak when all he could think of was finally making Saffi his.
"Mm?" she mumbled against his skin, the heat of her cheeks telling him how mortified she still felt.
"Do I need to buy condoms?"
"No," Saffi answered without hesitation. She had bought her pills three months ago, the moment after he called, but he didn't have to know that.
"Are you sure?"
"The pills are inside my bag. You can check them."
He pressed a kiss to her hair, unable to help it. "Sorry for being an ass. I just wanted to be sure."
She kissed his neck. "I understand."
The tenderness of her action and her words didn't escape Staffan – or Bob. He looked at his bodyguard, whose face was expressionless. "No one disturbs us," he said in a hard voice.
Politely keeping his gaze off the girl in his employer's arms, her face a picture of embarrassment, Bob answered, "Yes, boss."
The door slammed shut in his face, followed immediately by a long, loud whimper.
Bob allowed himself a small grin. For almost a year now, Staffan had been an unfeeling bastard, uncaring of what happened in his life. Following the breakup, Staffan had been careful to maintain the same image, allowing him to be photographed with different women. But what no one knew outside his crew was that none of those women had made it to his bed.
Who would have thought that someone like this "H" – whose cute and clueless ways made Bob and everyone else suspect her as anything but a groupie – would be the one to get the famous rockstar to start living – and having sex – again?
The Sex God was back.
Bob silently prayed it would stay that way. A happy sexually satisfied Staffan Aehrenthal was a much easier employer to serve than someone who was celibate, perpetually drunk, and violently bad-tempered.
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The moment they entered the room, Staffan pushed her back against the door, kissing her even more hungrily, one hand supporting her while his other hand hurriedly untied the knot keeping his trench coat close around her. Groaning, she helped him get rid of the coat. It fell to the floor, the same time Staffan gently lowered her to the ground without breaking their kiss.
"I'm dying to fuck you." His voice was a rough, low murmur, his breath fanning her ear as he spoke, and it was like having him sing to her and only her.
Her insides melted at the thought, and she trembled for more than one reason.
Staffan pulled away to rip her cropped top away, leaving her completely naked.
Saffi whimpered, unbearably turned on at the realization that she had nothing on while Staffan was still fully clothed. It was deliciously decadent, something that no one who knew Saffi March would ever imagine happening to her.
His eyes devoured her, and he growled in protest when she started to cover her breasts and cross her legs together in order to shield herself.
"Don't tell me an experienced woman like you is shy about being naked."
Knitting kingfish!
She had almost forgotten what she was supposed to be tonight and the rest of the weekend. Saffi forced herself to let her hands fall away from her body. Straightening, she slowly walked past him, her hips swaying---a timeless and instinctive wile that she unconsciously used.
His dick grew larger and harder, and his eyes followed Saffi's every move. She could never be a groupie. Saffi was just too beautiful inside, too innocent, and too refined to be one step above a paid whore. But she was a natural-born temptress, and every second that went by convinced Staffan that he had finally found the girl who might just erase the vile bitterness of the past.
She turned around, and his throat became dry as her long, curly hair swayed becomingly against her back as she turned to face him, her beautiful breasts pert and upright, nipples outstretched, and the pink tender flesh between her thighs begging to be kissed.
Saffi tried not to frown nervously when she realized that Staffan hadn't followed her further into his suite. She shifted on her feet, not knowing what to do or how to act. It was hard to keep still when she was naked inside a room with Staffan Aehrenthal.
The thought of it made her want to pinch herself.
Staffan still hadn't moved.
"Ahem." She tried to sound confident and demanding.
He did his best not to smile. He also tried to ignore the way his dick ached like hell.
"Why are you there?"
"I'm waiting for you to tell me what I'm supposed to do next," he answered lazily, delighting in the way her big dark eyes became even bigger. "I want you to call the shots."
Saffi stammered, "Uhh, no. You call the shots." She tried not to sound so panicky and desperate. If he left her to call the shots, nothing was going to happen and she wanted, oh dear Lord she wanted something to happen between them. She was dying for it.
Staffan slowly shook his head. "I want to see how good you are, H." He raised a brow. "Or are you telling me all those stuff you said are just lies?"
"Of course not!" She was really getting used to lying. In fact, she had completely lost count of the number of lies she had uttered in less than 24 hours that she had spent with Staffan.
He said simply, "Then show me."
Right. Show him. What had she gotten herself into? Saffi cleared her throat. "Well … " She tried to recall all the steamy scenes from her favorite books. "Do you want me to undress you or … "
"Your call."
Saffi inhaled sharply, feeling like Staffan had this God-given ability to torment her.
He waited patiently, knowing that she was going to surprise him.
And she did.
Saffi pushed herself up on the executive table behind her, trying to do it like a sex siren but then she accidentally shoved the marble ash tray off, causing it to crash on the ground. The sound made her jump. "Romantic razorfish!"
This time he had to ask, "Did you say anything?"
Saffi thought quickly. "A romantic Robin Thicke song, I said."
"Are you sure?" he asked straight-faced. "I think I heard you say something – ish in the end."
"A song-ish?"
"I see." Staffan focused on removing his watch, using the time to control his amusement.
"I … I need some music to get me going."
"Ah."Playing along, he walked where his iPod was docked – all the hotel suites he stayed at were always pre-arranged and pre-equipped according to his needs. A few seconds later, the instrumental beats of Lost Without You filled the room. Staffan turned to her again. "Is that okay?"
The amused gleam in his eyes stung a little. Maybe he was comparing her to other Gs and found her wanting? Without thinking, Saffi slowly let her legs fall open, deciding to just wing everything from this moment.
Staffan's jaw dropped, and it dropped even lower when Saffi slowly cupped her breasts.
"I thought I'd give you reason to take your clothes off."
"Fuck yes." His fingers swiftly worked on his buttons.
The fire in his eyes made her wet, and Saffi could feel the moisture building between her legs, making her folds slick. Knowing that the heat in his gaze was for her - only for her - made Saffi bolder, and it felt entirely natural that she moved her hands again.
When he saw Saffi slowly hold her nipples and gently roll it between her fingers, Staffan groaned, his fingers fumbling to a stop.
Her fingers ceased moving.
"Don't stop," he said harshly.
"Then don't stop taking your clothes off."
"Deal." He worked on the last button again and her fingers started moving once more, this time pulling her nipples up, as if wanting them to be more erect. His shirt finally fell to the floor, and his dick thrust all the way up at the sight of Saffi's eyes widening in open fascination. She stared at his chest like it was the most magnificent thing she had ever seen, her eyes lingering on his abs.
He flexed instinctively.
She gasped.
"Do it again," she whispered.
Saffi's innocent demand made Staffan want to tear across the room and just take her. But he managed to quell the wild desires of his body and focused on flexing his muscles again.