Page 94 of Holiday Hire

She doesn't answer, swallowing hard and closing her eyes for a brief moment.

I release her first foot and slide my hand up her calf, then knead the back of her knee.

Her breathing shallows further, her cheeks heating. She mumbles, "What are you doing to me?"

"You want me to stop?" I challenge.

She opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.

I slide both hands to her thighs and tug her so her head's on the cushion. She yelps.

I chuckle and press on her inner thighs.

"Holy..." Her cheeks blaze red. A shudder runs through her. The fire crackles, flickering across her features.

"Why have you been taunting me all night, Pheebs?" I ask.

"Wh-what?" She scrunches her face, then closes her eyes and exhales slowly.

I continue, "You heard me." I graze my fingers over her thighs, inching toward her pussy, then back down.

She blinks several times.

I question, "Is there something you want from me?" I slide my fingers up again, stopping an inch from what I'm dying to taste. Heat penetrates through her jeans.

She stutters, "I-I... I don't know what you mean," she claims, licks her lips, and swallows hard again.

I chuckle. "Sure you do. You've been torturing me all night."

She furrows her eyebrows, glancing at my hands, then pinning her blues on me.

I take my index finger and slide it over her denim-covered slit.

She gasps.

Adrenaline rushes into all my cells. I force myself to bring my hand back to her lower thigh, stating, "I think you've been such a bad girl tonight that you owe me a favor."

Her eyes widen. She whispers, "Like what?"

I grab her hips and tug her closer.

"Alexander!" she shrieks.

"Pheebs!" I whine, pulling her shirt out of her jeans and then dragging my fingers around her navel.

She whimpers.

I lock my gaze on hers. "You want me to stop?"

She doesn't answer. She shakes her head in tiny movements.

I clench my jaw and unbutton her jeans. I slowly lower the zipper, revealing her hot-pink panties. "Oops."

She glances at her lower body and then back at me.

I slide my fingers over the wet material.

She whimpers.

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