His hazel eyes glinted. “First of all, this is my wife – if you idiots want to be on my good side then you don’t f**king disrespect my wife in any goddamn way.” Apologies and flustered protests rose from around them, but Staffan dismissed all of it with a wave of his hand.
“And finally, those crazy fangirls are the reason why my songs make it to the goddamn #1 spot on the charts, the reason why I sell millions of f**king copies of my records even though everyone else’s is being pirated and downloaded using f**king torrents. So I’m going to f**king ask you just one question – do you think that what my wife so sensibly suggested would be too much for me to do, considering all that? Don’t f**king answer. Work on your proposals again and I won’t give you another chance if you all mess it up once more.”
When no one moved, Staffan barked, “Leave.”
Everyone scrambled out of their chairs and the room was cleared in seconds.
And then Saffi bounced onto his lap, stunning Staffan. “Baby?”
There were the most beautiful stars in her eyes as she looked at him, her face glowing.
Shit.
He was so f**king unmanned whenever Saffi March-Aehrenthal looked at him like that.
She said shakily, “I thought…I thought you wouldn’t---”
He cupped her face and kissed her, deeply, his tongue moving into her mouth, his lips sucking hers – he kissed her like her air was the only kind he needed to breathe, and sometimes it felt like it was so. “I remember the last time too, baby,” he whispered.
Her eyes glistened with tears.
“I remember not standing up for you and then kicking myself repeatedly for not doing so – I won’t make the same mistake again.”
Her lips moved but no sound came out.
Ah, shit, shit, shit!
He just wasn’t ready to hear her say the words yet, but he knew she wanted to. He knew deep inside he wanted her to. So instead he said hoarsely, “Longitudinal.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“Longitudinal long-nosed chimaera. That’s what you wanted to say, wasn’t it?”
A tear trickled down her cheek just before she threw her arms around him so enthusiastically, his seat toppled backwards. They both fell to the floor, laughing. “Yes,” she gasped between happy tears and laughter. “That’s exactly what I wanted to saaaay!” She ended up moaning the last word because Staffan had pulled the loose neckline of her dress down, together with the cups of her bra. She moaned again as he cupped her br**sts, the feel of his touch so achingly familiar – something she missed so much she cried a little at the feel of it.
“Ride me, baby.”
She didn’t need another invitation, impatiently dealing with his belt, pants, and briefs. The moment she wriggled them past his feet, she threw them away and moved eagerly back up to sink herself down on him.
“Staffan.” She moaned his name as she took his dick into her inch by inch.
“You’re killing me,” Staffan groaned. His hands grasped her h*ps and before she could stop him, he was pulling her down while lifting his h*ps up.
“Ah!”
There was no way to speak after that, passion overtaking them completely and never letting go. The slapping sounds of their bodies made everything more arousing, and she leaned down, wanting Staffan to suck her as she rode him.
He was eager to oblige, his mouth taking in one succulent nipple and sucking so hard that she threw her head back and screamed. She rode him as best as she could. Saffi squeezed his dick inside her with muscles she did her best to control, using it to drive Staffan further out of his mind.
“More,” Staffan gritted.
She blindly obeyed the command, bouncing up and down wildly on his dick, her long dark hair dancing against her back. He kept his gaze glued on Saffi, loving the way her lips were parted in desire as she milked and milked his dick.
His body started to tense and stir, and Staffan immediately reached out for her clit. She moaned at the first touch and when he started to stroke, she fell against him, grinding her sex against his fingers even as she didn’t stop bouncing up and down on his dick.
Shit, shit, shit. She was bouncing so much faster now.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bouncebouncebouncebouncebounce---
The pleasure crashed over them like a torrent of rain from the skies, and Staffan growled his release, clutching her h*ps tightly as he pounded into her again and again, loving the way his come filled her so much it started to trickle out.
Saffi was sobbing, her h*ps furiously wriggling as she continued to bounce, her own juices pouring out, mingling with his sticky cum.
She collapsed against his chest.
Staffan stroked her hair.
“Logical long-whiskered catfish,” Saffi murmured.
This time, it only made him chuckle.
Minutes later, as he started to dress himself, he heard a snapping sound. Ah shit – he spun around but it was too f**king late. This time, he snarled.
“I’m sorry?”
“Saffi, dammit---”
“But I saw Ashton posting a picture of Demi once and he was saying how sexy his wifey was and I wanted to show the world how sexy you are, too!”
“Erase it.”
“Umm, I could, but…it’s already been retweeted?”
“Saffi---”
“1,456 times?”
Chapter Eleven
What’s the Swedish term for ass**le?
Twitter: Starry_eyed4SA
“What do you think about ‘Vidunder’?” Saffi teased as they strolled hand in hand into the next boutique for infants. “That sounds very manly, don’t you think?”
Staffan simply looked at her.
It was enough to have her giggling. Vidunder was basically the Swedish translation for ‘monster’, and she had loads of fun teasing Staffan about the many nice-sounding Swedish terms they could use to name their baby. Or at least it sounded nice, never mind if the translation wasn’t as good.
“If you’re going to continue with this, koukla mou, I’ll be forced to retaliate.”
Having paused to inspect a mobile toy that was supposed to make fifty different sounds to entertain infants, she lowered the toy to look at Staffan in confusion. “Is there something wrong with my name?”
“With yours, none – but how about I use other kinds of minerals for the baby’s name?” Staffan asked silkily. “Let’s start with…mmm…allabogdanite?”
Saffi choked. “Is that even real?”
“Or since we both have names starting with the letter S, what about Sinkankasite?”