Page 47 of Arran's Obsession
Between calls, he’d pace the suite, visible through a gap in the double doors. Every time, I’d stare at his shape. Imagine him inside me. Frustration filled every inch of my needy body.
“I don’t accept that,” the man on the other end of the video call was saying. His voice had got louder throughout the call. “If this woman really was yours and she went into the game in error, why does nobody seem to know about her? Your team should never have let her pass. It doesn’t add up.”
“What I’m telling you is the truth,” Arran stated.
“Where is she, then? This female you’re so obsessed with. Something fishy’s going on, and I call bullshit, Mr Daniels.”
Arran’s sigh came so heavily.
Jumping up, I marched to the doors, and pushed them fully open. At a desk beside the shuttered window and wearing his skeleton bandanna around his neck, Arran reclined in a chair, the client peering at him from a screen.
Arran’s gaze linked to mine. His eyes darkened, and desire shot through me in a lightning bolt. I didn’t wait for permission, continuing until I was right in front of him. He adjusted his position, and I sat on his knee and smiled for the watcher.
“Hello, Mr…?”
The man scrutinised me, his smart suit cluing me in to him being the business type. Nothing like Arran’s rough-and-readystyle. I didn’t recognise him at all, but that didn’t mean much. My memories were selective.
“William Hang. I remember you, Miss.”
“I’m sure you do. It was a shocking night.”
Arran’s arm eased around me, and he gripped my waist. A full-body shiver came over me, and I peeked back to find his expression casual.
“You hid for most of it,” Mr Hang continued.
“I wasn’t meant to be there. The doorman got me confused with a woman who looks very much like me. It was terrifying.”
“How is it you didn’t know? How did you never hear what your boyfriend gets up to in his spare time?” There was disbelief in his tone, but his expression was more pondering.
“It was only the second time I’ve ever visited the club. Arran always came to me.”
Arran’s hand moved to my bare knee. I parted my legs and smiled at his intake of air.
Mr Hang considered that. “Tell me, is he treating you right? Upholding every part of what he’s supposed to? I wondered because the terms of the game bind him, even if neither of you intended to be in there. It would be an outrage if he failed.”
Jeez, they all took it so seriously. Realisation followed quickly. I had the chance to destroy his reputation in one sentence, except I was enjoying being close to him.
Lightly, I ground on Arran, riding his thigh, increasingly mindless for the chance of relief by his body. Arran’s hand on my knee drifted upwards, grazing my sensitive skin.
Just a few more inches until he reached where I needed him to be. If he tugged my clothes aside and made a few passes over my slick centre, I’d tumble into utter pleasure.
My heart thundered. Even if this was just an act, one I’d initiated, I needed nothing more than him.
Arran squeezed my thigh, and I stifled a moan. Then I remembered I’d been asked a question.
“He’s giving me everything I deserve.”
Mr Hang took a deep breath, and his lips curved. “I can see that from just one glimpse at the pair of you. In no time, you’ll be fully bonded and at that final stage. I wish you both the best, even if I confess my absolute envy. Well, Mr Daniels, I trust that errant doorman has been taken care of?”
“Of course.”
“Then I accept your offer and extend my congratulations to you and your claimed woman. Until next time.”
He disconnected, and the screen went to a holding platform, quiet falling across the room.
Neither of us moved.
“You lie well,” Arran said.