Page 15 of Wonderland

Her legs follow, dropping open to release my other hand, but it’s not going anywhere. My fingers find her clit, making small circles over the bundle of nerves. I pull my mouth from her as I slip my finger down farther.

“How tight are you?”

“Bo.” She whispers my name.

“I’ll find out for myself,” I say against her ear, thrusting it inside. She’s wet enough to let me in but fuck, she’s tight. I’m not sure I could get another finger in. I’d need to get my mouth on her pussy first. But she’s not ready for that yet, I remind myself.

That will be later. For now, I’m going to make her crave me. I flatten my palm against her pussy. With each thrust of my finger in and out of her, it grinds against her clit. Her hold on me tightens. Her breathing comes faster. I get her right to the edge and pull back.

I lift my head to meet her eyes. She gives me a pleading expression, destroying my plans for leaving her on the edge. I wanted her to think about nothing but how much she wanted my touch all through dinner, but I can’t.

This little slip of a girl has broken any willpower I thought I had mastered long ago. I claim her mouth again, giving her what she wants. My mouth smothers her moans as she comes for me. Her body jerks against mine. I don’t stop until she melts back into the seat.

Her eyes are heavy-lidded as I pull my hand out from between her legs. She watches me suck her juices from my finger. I savor every last drop of her.

“Not fair that you got to eat first.” She gives me a shy smirk. I can’t help but smile at her.

“Trust me, Ace. That wasn’t eating you. It was only a taste. My appetizer. I’ll be feasting soon enough.” I reach down to adjust my cock. Her eyes follow my movement. “If you’re a good girl, I might let you have a taste too.” Ace’s mouth drops open. “Not now,” I tease her. She quickly closes her mouth, making me laugh.

Something only she can seem to do to me.

10

ELSA (ACE)

I’m surprised when Bo opens the door to reveal an actual diner. I don’t recognize what part of town we’re in, but that’s not surprising since I usually stick pretty close to hot spots and home. He offers me his hand to help me out before he takes his suit jacket off to place over me.

“You really dislike the dress that much?” I start to take off the jacket, but he stops me.

“This is for everyone else’s safety.” He brushes his knuckle against my chin. “Please, gorgeous. I’ll be able to relax if you keep it on.”

“Fine.” I roll my eyes. Even though I do want the jacket, I’m trying to get some footing here. Bo is bossy, and I keep doing what he tells me to, but I think most do. “Was it hard to say that word?”

“Not when I can still taste your pussy.”

“Bo!” I hiss, smacking his chest. A few people mingling in the parking lot glance over at us. Bo pays them no mind.

“It’s the truth.” He shrugs, putting his hand on my back to lead me toward the diner.

“Should I make a note that if I want you to play nice, I give you a taste?”

“It wouldn’t hurt.” He gives my ass a smack as he pulls open the diner door for me.

“Knight.” A few people call to him as we make our way across the diner. He gives them a nod and leads us to the back corner booth.

“This your favorite place?” I thought we’d end up somewhere fancy. I love diners. They always have a million things on the menu.

“I haven’t been in a while, but I grew up around here. It was my mom’s favorite.” I don’t miss the was.

“You lost your mom too?”

“A long time ago.”

“Me too.” I reach out without thinking and grab his hand. He lifts his brows. I start to pull it back, wondering if that was a mistake. Bowen Knight has a reputation to uphold and is supposed to be Mr. Bad Guy out in public. He doesn’t hold a girl's hand. To my surprise, he grabs my hand back, locking our fingers together.

“Bowen, I thought you forgot about us.” An older woman places menus down in front of us along with a black coffee.

“Been busy.”

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