Page 155 of Tell Me Something True

And after she stepped out of her shorts, she folded them into a neat square and handed them to him.

The heat in his eyes blazed hotter and brighter as he accepted his gift.

Oh, yes. She knew exactly how this game worked.

She couldn’t wait to play.

He set her shorts on the counter behind him without taking his eyes off her. “Pull your panties down. Slowly.”

She did, tugging the silky material of her lacy thong past her hips. Down her thighs.

“Stop.”

She froze, the elastic waistband of her thong holding them in place a few inches above her knees. Anticipation vibrated along her skin, strong and sharp, like electricity. Expectation and eagerness prickled the nape of her neck.

“So pretty,” he murmured. “The way you obey me.”

He finally touched her. Just his fingertips along the side of her neck, but it was enough to have her shaking.

“Look at you,” he crooned, eyes half-mast, smirk on his too-handsome face, a man well pleased with the sight before him. “Trembling for me.” He lowered his hand, sliding it just beneath the neckline of her shirt between her breasts where her heart pounded like a drum. “Such a needy, horny girl. I can smell how much you want this.”

She bit back a moan. Yes, she could smell herself, too. The potent, musky scent amplified her arousal.

Judging by the bulge behind his zipper and the way his breathing quickened, it amplified his as well.

Shifting toward her, he pressed his palm flat between her breasts, then gently touched her right knee with his other hand. He circled her kneecap, and she squeezed her thighs together, trying to find some release.

He made a tsking sound. “Got yourself all worked up last night sucking my cock, didn’t you?”

She didn’t respond. Couldn’t. All her awareness was on his hands, the hot, heavy feel of his palm covering her heartbeat. The light, tickling sensation of his fingers on her knee. All her brain cells were working overtime, trying to figure out a way to keep functioning when the blood they’d been using for things like thought and reason had migrated to the pulsing point of her clit.

But then those fingers on her knee stilled. That hand on her chest slid up to cup her throat and gently push her head back.

“Didn’t you?”

She swallowed, loving that he felt it under his hand. That she trusted him to touch her this way. That she liked it.

“Yes,” she whispered.

And his fingers on her knee moved again.

This time up her inner thigh. Slow. Steady. Each inch bringing him closer and closer to where she needed him.

He made a sound, a rumble in his chest that vibrated through her, when he felt the slickness coating her inner thighs. Rubbed it into her skin. “So worked up. But you knew better than to try and make yourself come. You knew this orgasm belongs to me.”

“Yes,” she repeated, this time louder. Breathless.

And was rewarded for playing by his rules with his fingers fluttering back and forth along her slit.

“Now,” he said, rubbing the blunt tip of his forefinger along her swollen pussy lips, “I’m going to fuck you with my fingers and you’re going to come on my hand and give me what’s mine.”

“Yes,” she said again, hands wrapped around the edge of the counter, all restraint gone. “Yes. Please.”

She’d give him what he wanted. Would let him have her orgasm. Claim it as his own.

Claim her in any way he wanted.

“Good girl.”

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