Zara's POV
The conversation with Mr. Auckland made my head spin. I looked at the necklace box I held, the feeling pulling my stomach into tight knots, a strange sense swirling inside me.
What should I do with this? My fingers clenched around the box, trying to steady myself as I walked toward the locker room.
The door swung open, and before I could blink, a firm hand slammed it shut behind me and pulled my arm. My back hit the cold metal lockers with a force that stole my breath.
I gasped, and my eyes widened. A gaze that always melt my heart away stared at me now, laced with a dark and hungry smirk that deepened his dimples.
"Martin… what are—"
He didn't let me finish my words as his lips crashed against mine. The kiss was fierce and demanding, and for a moment, my body froze.
I wanted to push him away since It was in public space, what if someone saw us? But his heat stealing every ounce of reason I had left.
His hand slid down my neck grazing over the soft skin. It was like fire spreading through me, and my legs weakened under the sudden rush of heat.
The cold metal of the locker pressed against my back, adding a thrilling contrast as his undeniable presence began to consume me.
His tongue pushed deeper, tangling with mine, more urgent now—as if he were starving for something only I could give him.
I couldn't fight it, not when his hands were so sure, so possessive, unbuttoning my uniform like he owned me.
As I wrapped my hands around his neck, the necklace box slipped from my grasp, falling to the floor with a sharp thud. It snapped us back to reality.
Martin broke the kiss, his eyes narrowing as he glanced down at the box. "What's that?"
My pulse hammered in my throat as I quickly bent down to reach for the box, my breath coming fast. "Oh, Nothing," I stammered. "Just my watch. I got it back from the service."
I couldn't look at him, couldn't meet his gaze, as I turned to my locker, shoved the box into my bag and tried to pretend like my heart wasn't about to explode. I never thought I'd lie so easily to him.
When I was busy hiding the box inside my bag, I could sense he took a step closer, his breath warm against the back of my neck.
His lips pressed against my nape in a way that made my body tense. "Who's the VIP guest that kept my lighter so long?" he murmured, his voice low and playful.
"Lighter?" My brow furrowed in confusion.
"Hmm… You're the lighter that ignites my flame, aren't you?" Martin teased me, his words like a sharp punch that sent a blush over my cheeks and made me hesitate before responding about the guest.
What should I say? I couldn't even bring it up because of the NDA I'd signed. It was easier to say he was just a guest who complimented my dishes, right?
"Uhm… he—" Before I could respond, his hands pulled me close from behind, slipping under my uniform. One hand cupped my breast, the other slid lower, past the waistband of my trousers, grazing my sensitive skin.
I gasped and instinctively arched my back into him while gripping the edge of the locker door.
His touch was maddeningly slow, each movement igniting a rush of heat between my legs.
His fingers traveled further, pushing me to let out the soft moan as waves of desire washed over me.
The urgent ache and burning need consumed me, making it impossible to stay still.
I freed myself from his touch and turned to face him.
"He's not important right now." I yelped, biting my lower lip as I stared at him with unrestrained desire.
He always did this to me, gave me a desperate ache. Feeding a craving only he could satisfy. His blue eyes darkened, a smirk spreading across his face, thick with lust.
He leaned in closer and whispered, "Yeah, I can feel the heat down there… that's more important right now, isn't it?" His voice was low as he nibbled my ear.
I hated how his dirty talk made my desire burn even more. A flame that I couldn't put off.
"Maybe... depends on how you do the deed," I whispered back, daring him to fuel the thrill surging through me.
Martin pulled back, a smirk playing on his lips, excitement flashing in his eyes. "How do you like me to do it then?"
I leaned in closer. "Slow… but... not too slow?" I teased, letting a soft blow graze his ear while my fingers trailed along his jawline.
His head tilted, his breath heavy with impatience as he whispered, "Shit, you better can handle your moans quiet so no one hears."
"Try me..."
My hands slid up around his neck, pulling his head closer to the curve of my neck as he pressed his lips against my skin, his kiss wet and eager.
His grip tightened around my waist—one hand anchoring my waist to him, the other sliding down from my stomach, searching for that sweet spot. My half-lidded eyes enjoyed the sensation he gave me.
His fingers found my thong, teasing the edge with slow, deliberate pressure that made me bite my lower lip.
The friction between the lace and my clit sent waves of heat through me, enough to make me dizzy.
I couldn't think straight, couldn't focus on anything beyond the raw, pulsing ache building between my legs.
I could feel his two fingers pressed deeper into my folds, a sharp jolt of pleasure shooting through me.
My legs wobbled, trembling under the overwhelming intensity.
My fingers dug hard into his broad, muscular back as he devoured my lips and neck with fervent kisses, fueling the fire between us.
"Do you like my fingers that much, hmm? Shuddering like this…" His voice was low, dripping with seduction.
"Mmm... Aah..." A moan slipped past my lips as I sank deeper into the sensation, letting it consume every part of me.
"Let's see how wild my fingers can drive you," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
His fingers moved with devastating precision. I liked how he teased, coaxing every shudder, every gasp from me, pulling me closer to the edge with each maddening stroke.
I couldn't form a single word. My composure shattered, leaving my mind blank—completely lost in the teasing rhythm of his fingers.
The faint scent of spices and smoke clung to our uniforms, mingling with his sweet sweat, intoxicating me.
No matter how much I wanted to resist, I couldn't. I was drowning in him—in the heat, the hunger, the irresistible need.
Every touch, every surge of pleasure, erased the uneasy feeling of the strange night I'd just had, leaving nothing but him.
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