Page 56 of Breaking Away

“No,” she breathes. “Put that away.”

“Ignore it.”

“Kind of impossible.” Kavi gives my cock a withering death glare and then groans. “Is it getting bigger? How? What in the physics is this?” Her hand circles over it, as if securing the perimeter. “Sorry, but this is too much. Has anyone ever said that to you?”

“No.”

“Those women were lying.”

“What women? I don’t have women.”

“Liar.”

“How so, Basra?”

She points. “I can tell that’s seasoned. Unruly.Unreasonable.I could never deal with that.”

I catch her jabby finger before it lands anywhere sensitive. “You would learn how todealwith it.”

“Not when you drive me so mad,” she complains. “Hypothetically—because we aren’t really together and this isn’t really happening. I would refuse.”

Her fingers pinch my hand in tune to her words. I’d believe she wants this to end if she wasn’t tugging me closer at the same time.

I drag my thumb across her wrist. “How many?”

“What?”

“How many inches can you start with?”

She’s shaking her head, her eyes widening. “We arenotdiscussing this—you and your—your cock! Because this is all hypothetical!” Kavi rears forward. “How does one even answer that? How many inches is the right answer?”

“Your answer, whatever it is, is the right answer.Hypothetically.”

“One.”

I chuckle, a sound that surprises me. “So evil.”

“I lied.” She huffs, fighting down her smile. “Half of one.”

When her leg swings around, I help until it fully straddles my thigh. There’s a deafening sound in my ears.

“Liar,” I chide. “You can do at least four. That will give us something to start with.”

She’s rubbing, searching for friction. Something to reach that special spot of hers. “Stop talking like this. I hate it.”

“Be a good girl and hate it.” Bending my leg, I bear weight against her, in that place between her legs. She starts riding and gasping. Eyes close and then pop back open.

“My dress.” She tries stopping the rising hem, but it’s too late. I see.

And even if I didn’t, I’m feeling it. There’s a patch of wetness right above my knee. It’s everything. I want to taste it. A groan tears out of me. “You’re fucking drenched.”

“Don’t see. No one can see!”

Right on time, voices echo, as if right around the corner.

Kavi flinches like she’d forgotten where we were. As if she’s about to cry at the thought of being exposed. Her abrupt vulnerability rips into me, piece by piece.

I’m broken down.

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