Page 19 of Silver Fox Grump

I keep her at a careful distance, even as I begin to plunder her mouth, my hand moving to the back of her head. Her hair is black silk, just as I always knew it would be.

“Good girl. You’re doing so well.”

We’re kissing in earnest now, and she’s doing what I can’t. Pulling us together, wriggling and shifting closer, looping her arms around my shoulders.

“I can’t breathe without you,” I confess hoarsely.

This might be all I ever get, and although it’s more than I’ve dreamed Maisie would be interested in, I’m just a man. My cock is so hard it’s straining against my belt, and I’m pretty sure the leaking pre-come has soaked through my boxers.

All from one kiss.

“Sev,” she whispers, and I’m undone.

The intercom buzzes. Nathan’s trying to contact me.

I ignore it and grab Maisie’s waist—so small—with my free hand and in a second she’s fully on my lap. At the back of my mind, I know there’s a reason this is wrong.

Forbidden.

But with Maisie—finally, finally—in my arms, I can’t think over the sheer rightness. I kiss her harder, torn between running my hands up her sides, and holding her possessively. Tight, like I might never let her go. She moans, rubbing her thigh against my cock, shooting pleasure all the way through me.

“Mr Blackwood.” There’s a rapid knock on the door, then the muffled sound of Nathan’s raised voice. “Westminster is here to see you. He’s a bit ahead of time.”

Fuck. How could I have forgotten about that meeting with Westminster of all people?

We break the kiss, both breathing heavily and our gazes meet. Maisie’s pupils are blown wide, and a rapid pulse flutters at her throat. She shifts on my lap, her thigh pressing onto my cock.

My entirely hard cock, that jumps at the touch, even through layers of our clothing.

I was wrong.Thisis going to kill me. Stopping now, when all I want is to continue until my come is leaking out of her and she’s liquid from multiple orgasms.

“Tell him I’ll be there in a minute,” I say, loudly enough to be heard through the solid door.

“That’s…” She wriggles slightly on my lap.

I bite back a groan. “That’s what happens when you kiss a man.”

“Me?” There’s awe in her tone, and she’s going to break me. Teaching this girl? Pretending that I’m just kissing her because she’s asked me to and not because I crave her? Impossible.

“You have no idea the danger you’re in, sweetheart,” I mutter as I lift her off me and onto her feet, ensuring she’s steady before I let her go.

I force my gaze from her and rearrange my trousers to make my hard-on less obvious.

“How do I look?” she asks anxiously, smoothing her hair and clothes down, and adjusting her top. She touches her bee-stung pink lips.

Fuckable.

Like she’s been kissed and is wet between the legs, and ready.

Perfect. Beautiful.

Except there’s a stray tendril of hair sticking up from when I plunged my hand into it like I want to thrust my cock into her sweet cunt.

I reach out and unhook it, then run my fingertips down so it’s neat. I long to tell her that she looks like she should be my wife, and stay by my side as I talk mafia politics, and come to my bed every night all soft and warm.

Instead, I fold my arms and turn away.

“That’s the end of your lesson.” It’s physically painful, as though my heart is suspended in mid-air, bloodied and torn from my chest by her being further from me. “We can’t risk anything getting back to your dad.”