Page 25 of Fifth Avenue Devil

"Your body is getting ready for me, Kitten," I husk out. She gasps and bites her lower lip. I slip my fingertips beneath the tiny scrap of material that stands in my way, seeking the source of her moisture. I brush her clit with my thumb by accident. Her reaction is the most satisfying moan I think I've ever heard from a woman. Instead of getting my fingers deep inside her pussy, I start to rub her clit.

Annalise braces herself against the glass wall and moans again, her head whipping back and forth. Like she's fighting it, for some reason.

After all the teasing between us, it's not really a surprise to me. She needs to be fucked. You can tell by how she walks, how she holds herself. So buttoned up and strait-laced. It pleases me to watch her defenses crumble.

I circle her clit in slow orbits, loving the earthy, slightly acidic smell of her pussy as it fills the air. I pause and then slip my index finger inside her pussy.

Anna's half-lidded eyes snap open wide. She stops moving and pushes against me, her eyes wide like I've just dumped a bucket of ice water on her head.

"Get off!" she howls.

I immediately withdraw, letting her body slide down the wall until she is caught by trembling legs.

"What?" I demand to know. I search her face, which is turning red as a beet. "Annalise, tell me what's wrong."

Her fists ball up. She looks like she might burst into tears. "I'm a virgin! At least, I was..."

"...what?!"

But Annalise is pushing past me, fighting back tears, hurrying out of the room. I had no idea that she hadn't had sex... though honestly, if I did, I don't know that I would've done anything differently. Maybe I would wait until we were in bed...

Annalise vanishes out the door, fleeing toward the elevator. I stick my head out the door as she goes, a little aghast.

Annalise Gellar is a virgin?

Suddenly, her reactions to my come-ons make more sense... but how do I come back from this?

Ten

Annalise

The next morning, I'm leaning on the balcony of the boat, lost in thought. We're no longer just in the middle of the ocean. I see the dark outline of land ahead of us. But my thoughts are anywhere but here.

Shame fills me, coursing through my body. I hear my mother's voice so clearly.

You let a man put his fingers inside you? Only sluts do that.

I don't have to actually talk to my mom to know exactly what she would say. But is what she’d say correct? Did Nate do something naughty and forbidden?

It felt good. When he was touching me, it felt like I was on fire, being eaten alive by flames. And yet I wanted more.

But is that feeling... wrong?

My mom would definitely say yes. But my heart wants to feel that taboo heat again.

Okay, maybe that is coming from somewhere lower in my body, not my heart.

"We're going to dock in twenty minutes."

My whole body tenses. I turn around and there Nate is, looking tempting in his khakis and white button up. His dark hair is unstyled and shoved back. A golden vee of skin and dusky chest hair peek at me from where his shirt is unbuttoned. He's casual here. But not exactly relaxed.

He has that same hungry look in his eyes that he had last night before he... touched me. I gulp.

Is it bad that I'm turned on just by the desire burning in his eyes?

"I wasn't informed of any stops," I say, just to have something to say to him. The words sound foolish.

His eyebrows rise. "This is me, informing you."

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