Page 31 of Tickled Pink

“Feel good?” he asks, but his eyes already know the answer.

I nod. “Yes, sir.”

“I won’t go in. Not yet.” He lowers to whisper in my ear. “Not until you beg me for it.”

I clench, the tension nearly busting. “Thad…”

“When you’re ready, I’m going to own every part of you.”

“Thad, I’m coming,” I groan loudly, my voice echoing throughout the stairwell. “I’m coming.”

He stops.

He fucking stops.

No.

Thad slides his hand out of my pants and sits back on the stairs.

“No!” I shout involuntarily. “Don’t stop. Please.”

“Sorry, Phoebe,” he says, not looking at all remorseful.

My jaw drops as he stands. “Wait a minute…” I sit forward. “Are you guys edging me?”

Thad sucks on his wet finger. “Yes, we are,” he says, proudly.

“But…” I stutter. “That’s so mean!”

“Yes, it is.”

“Why?!”

He laughs, deviously biting his cheek. “Because it’s fun.”

“No!” I stand up, bringing my pants up along with me. “No, this isn’t fun. Fluffing me up with romantic dates and denying me sexual release isn’t fun.”

“Literally every word of that sentence makes me feel like a kid at Disneyland, Pheebs.”

I cross my arms and huff. “Rude,” I say.

He tilts his head. “Don’t be like that.”

I pout, silently.

“Phoebe…”

I look down, refusing his eyes.

“Pheebs.”

“No,” I say.

Thad hops to the bottom of the stairs, still grinning like an idiot. “I gotta get downstairs,” he says. “You coming?”

I snort. “Apparently not.”

He chuckles as he opens the door. “Well, when you decide to come down… just follow the music.”

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