His smile lit up, and he looked to Monroe next, “Would you mind if I checked out the library? Immy was telling me about it.”
“Of course, I have some things to discuss with Wells anyway. You’ll have to tell me how this library is. I’m super interested in it now.”
Jude grinned, and Sax hit the floor for him to exit on. Jude’s simple request had me affirming my earlier thoughts. All the hard things had sucked, none of them being pleasant, but I was finding these small precious moments were just as powerful as any big moment. Watching Jude be polite and respectful, getting excited about books, and spending time with his friend made me happy, and I liked that feeling.
When the door dinged, it was to let Monroe off first, and then the next floor was Jude, who Sax directed to a guard on the floor. When the doors shut, leaving Sax and me alone in the elevator, the atmosphere shifted. The second the doors had closed, he was on me. Trapping me against the elevator wall, causing me to gasp. Sax never wavered in his feelings, always showing me exactly how he felt.
“If I had more time, I’d show you exactly how many manners I have, Spitfire. But since I only have three more floors, I’ll have to leave you wanting until I can fuck you so hard you won’t even be able to say the word manners.”
He slammed his mouth to mine, hitching my leg up high on his hip. The fabric of the dress pulled some, but it didn’t stop him from being able to rub his very hard cock against me. His tongue swirled around, and I saw stars. I realized it was because I hadn’t remembered to breathe, Sax having stolen the breath straight from me.
Pulling back, my head dropped to the wall, a moan echoing around us. Without hesitation, his finger plunged into me, my core tightening around him. He dropped down to the ground, snagging my panties to the side as he sealed his lips on my clit and sucked hard. My fingers threaded through his hair, his beard rubbing against my thighs, leaving me with a burn I’d feel for days. I moaned, my head falling back against the elevator as I gave into him.
Quicker than I’d ever thought possible, I felt myself beginning to cum, his fingers spearing me deep as he curled them up, hitting me just right. I shuddered, my moan stuttered as I attempted to manage the sensations coursing through me. The elevator began to slow, and Sax, apparently used to the motion, dragged his finger out slowly, coating himself in my juices.
In a coordinated move, he dropped my leg, fixed my dress, and kissed me quickly on the lips within seconds of the door opening. Sax pushed me in the direction I needed to go, and I walked out in a daze, my skin feeling alive. When I turned back, I found him plunging the finger he’d coated into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as he stared straight at me until the doors closed.
Fucking hell, the man was going to kill me.
I spotted a bathroom before I made it to where I assumed Imogen’s room was, and I ducked in, needing a minute to calm myself before I was capable of talking to a teenager. While I wouldn’t be her therapist anymore, I wanted to be a good resource and confidant for her, which meant focusing on her and not how I wish the building had more floors so Sax would’ve had more time to show me his proper manners between my legs.
Splashing water, I managed to calm myself, the redness decreasing from my face slightly. I debated what to do with my panties, the material soaked through from his attention. Deciding no panties were better than wet ones, I slid them off and hid them under some tissues in the trash. My skin still felt sensitive, the orgasm having heightened all my nerve endings, so each move of the dress material caused me to gasp.
Opening the door, I was distracted by the sensations, and I bumped into someone, not expecting anyone to be out there. “Apologies,” I started before straightening myself. “Mr. Masters.”
His hands were on my biceps, his grip firm as he steadied me. The touch had me moaning out, and I gasped as I realized it. Atticus froze, his eyes searing into mine. He didn’t let go or move back, just continued to hold me hostage. The redness I’d just gotten rid of crept back up my neck, spreading across my cheeks.
Clearing my throat, I tried to get through to him. “Mr. Masters? Atticus?” The sound of his name had him blinking, letting go of my arms so quickly, it was like they’d burned him. He stepped back, collecting himself in the process, the mask sliding back into focus.
“Mrs. Carter. Sorry, I hadn’t expected you to be there. Are you on your way to Imogen’s room?”
“Yes.”
He assented, nodding down the hall. “It’s two more down on the right. I’ll send someone up when it’s time for dinner.”
With that, he scurried off down the hallway in the opposite direction of me, avoiding my eyes. Flushed and confused, I turned and went in search of her room, at least knowing which one it was now. I stumbled down the hallway in a daze; the orgasm and close encounter with Atticus had scrambled my brain waves. When I came to an open door, I peeked in, finding Imogen on her bed. Knocking on the open door, I hoped what I’d just been up to wasn’t written all over my face.