Page 43 of Unexpected Hero

His warm hands wrap over my shoulders, and he scoops my hair to one side. I feel the heat coming off his body as he skims the exposed flesh of my upper arms. He works his way back up, then slips one strap of my dress down. The other follows a second later, and my dress begins to slip down my body.

His breath caresses the sensitive skin of my nape, and I break out in goose flesh. As his hands work lower, he tugs my dress the rest of the way down until it’s in a pile on the floor.

“Spread your legs.”

I do, and not just in my fantasy. My flattened hand runs over my core, stroking up and down. I press my palm against my needy clit and buck up, chasing my climax.

In my mind, James sinks to his knees behind me and drags his hands over my thighs. Without warning, he spreads me wide open and cups my pussy roughly.

“Are you hiding something in here?”

“No,” I whimper.

“I better check.”

He rips my panties clean off my body. They disintegrate with his touch. And then he’s there, exploring my soaking wet flesh and diving his long fingers in and out of my pussy.

I long to simulate what it’d feel like, but I’m too shame-filled to thrust my fingers in and out like I imagine he would.

My body heats at the thought of him working me closer to climax. I feel the coil of pleasure deep in my belly. I can’t stop my moans. I hope they can’t hear me in the room next door. Not that they show me the same courtesy.

Fuck it.

I moan louder, pretending James has ordered me to do it.

“Let me hear you. Don’t hold back.”

I don’t dare disobey him.

Before I know it, that spiral of pleasure has spread throughout my whole body. I slam my thighs closed and rock into my hand as I come unraveled.

“Oh, shit, shit. Yes,” I yell, unashamed of touching myself.

For once.

I let the pleasure rock through me as I ride out my climax, moaning and keening into the quiet stillness of my room. My breasts heave with my deep breaths as I start to come down from the high.

“And that was just a fantasy. Imagine if it was the real thing,” I mutter to myself.

After my heart rate returns to normal, I remove my hand from my panties and feel the familiar bout of shame. It wraps its arms around me like a scratchy wool blanket.

Dammit.

So much for freeing myself.

Better luck next orgasm.

Chapter 9

Bask

TOMER

Well, fuck me. The sound of Lettie coming is forever branded into my mind.

Didn’t expect to see her touching herself when I accessed her phone’s camera and microphone, but I can’t say I regret it. It was so tempting to keep watching.

So fucking tempting.

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