Page 140 of Fighting the Forbidden

Jerk off to it three times a day is more like it.

“Really?” she whispers.

“Really.”

“I…I think about it a lot too.”

“Good.” I slide lower and kiss her thigh but keep moving my fingers in the same slow rhythm. “Your birthday. In the garage.” I squeeze my eyes shut for a second. “I still can’t look at your car without getting hard.”

She lets out a sound halfway between a gasp and a giggle. “That must…be uncomfortable…when you’re working,” she whispers between soft sighs and gasps.

“Worth it.” I rest my cheek against her stomach again and dip my fingers under her slick satin underwear.

Her body jerks and I’ve barely touched her. I brush my fingers against her damp curls. “I want to make you come like that again. But on my tongue this time.”

I tip my head back to see her face. Her half-closed eyes open wide. “What?”

I circle my thumb around her clit, not quite touching, but close. Her hips jerk in time to my movements. “My tongue.” I stick it out and wiggle it at her. “Right here.” I tap my thumb lightly against her clit.

She jumps, her breasts jiggling over the folded cups of her bra.

“Oh, oh.” She squeezes her eyes shut.

“Would you like that?”

“I…I…”

“You’re so sensitive.” I slide my hand out of her underwear and stroke her over the fabric again. “I’ll have to be careful not to give you too much.”

“It’s…oh…already…”

I smile like a devil. “What? Tell me.”

“Griff.” She twists her body and lifts her hips, needy and frustrated.

“Do you want me to make you come with my mouth?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Say it.”

She opens her eyes again, staring up at me. Desire and a hint of annoyance flicker over her face. I must be a bastard. That pissy lip curl gets me so fucking hard every time.

“Please, Griff.” Her annoyed pout slides into a grin full of wicked amusement. “Try to make me come with your tongue. If you can.”

Laughter rumbles out of me. I’ve created a little monster here. “You throwing down a challenge?”

“No.” She lifts her hips and stares at me.

I hook my fingers in the straps of her underwear. “You want these off?”

She nods.

“Tell me.”

She digs her heels into the bed and lifts her hips higher. “Please take off my panties, Griffin.”

“Fuuuck, yes.” I groan and squeeze my eyes shut for a second. “You’ve got it.” I strip the tiny bit of satin down her legs and toss it somewhere over my shoulder. “God damn you’re pretty.” I hook my arms under her thighs and yank her closer.

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