Page 95 of The Fiance Dilemma

His smile was as beautiful as it was sinful. Fingers tugged at the fabric, one rough, determined tug, letting it snag back against my skin. His voice lowered, hard as concrete. “I’ve been wondering how wet you’d feel against my fingers ever since that night on the phone.” My eyelids fluttered closed.Oh God.I was— “No. Look at me.”

Not without effort, I reopened my eyes.

“I want to watch your face when I touch you. I want you to see what it does to me.”

There was a question in his eyes. Last chance to tell him no.

This was insane. We were in an empty deli, but it was a public place. I’d never done something like this in a place where I could get caught. The words left me in a rush. “Please, Matthew.”

Matthew’s jaw clamped down in response. There was a kind of urge on his face, in his eyes, that I’d never seen before. That I wantedto touch, but just as I reached out, his fingers moved. He tucked my panties aside. What had to be his thumb grazed me. My mouth parted with a gasp. And in response, he gave one determined stroke.

A low moan escaped.

His chest rumbled with a grunt.

“More,” I whispered.

Matthew cursed, hand moving again. Against me. A second stroke. “You’re going to come,” he rasped against my ear. “Here, on my lap. You’re going to watch me. And when that scream rises, you’re going to press your face into my neck and you’re going to come for me. Say you understand.”

My lips parted over the wordyes.

He stroked a rough circle over me, higher this time, over my clit, showing me exactly what he meant. “You want to hear why?”

My head fell back, only slightly, only enough. But I couldn’t function with him gliding over me like that.

“Because those moans are mine,” he all but growled. A whimper rose up my throat, and I turned my face over his chest. This was crazy. This was so inappropriate. It was insane. His fingers slid further down, slightly in. Goodness me. “Are you going to give me what I want?”

I had no doubt, but I was too overwhelmed.

His mouth descended again, finding my ear. “Sayyes, Matthew.”Another brisk motion of his hand over my folds demanded I did. But I couldn’t speak when his index and middle fingers were stroking me up and down, up and down, up and down, making me grow slick, restless, needy with release. His thumb circled my clit again. I threw my arm over his neck and slipped my hand into his hair, holding on to him before I flew away. “I didn’t hear you, Blue.”

“Yes, Matthew,” I expelled with a breath.

The laugh that left him was the kind you brought with you into a fantasy. My thighs pressed together, engulfing his wrist as he moved.I felt his body strain with mine, growing harder still, pulsing against me. “You feel how hard you’re making me? I’d be turning you over this table and fucking you in a heartbeat if we were truly alone.”

My head started spinning. All sense leaving me. All that existed was Matthew’s fingers, now back to tracing circles over my clit. His body under mine, now shaking. His scent, all around. His voice. Just him. I tugged on his hair, squirmed in his lap, I wanted more of everything. I wanted the tension to snap.

“This is all I’ve been picturing,” he told me, his wrist flicking. My body spasmed. “Since you came over the phone, saying my name.” The memory led him right to the spot I’d touched that night, imagining it was his hand. He circled, rubbed it back and forth. God, I couldn’t believe I was going to come like this. I— “Give me what I want. Let me have you to myself.”

I brought my free hand down, over the fabric bunched at the top of my thighs. Covering us. I placed my palm over his. Matthew hissed a breath, as if caught off guard. I whispered, “I want to know it’s you.”

“Fuck,” he cursed with a grunt. “Come. Now.” He pushed forward, moving us against the edge of the table. As if he was about to buck. I started throbbing. Pulsing. Leaving my body. I clasped his hand.“Josie.Now.”

I went off. No cry, no whimper, no name off my lips. I just spasmed against Matthew as I rode the highest of highs, feeling hot and cold and full and empty all at once. He continued moving, drawing it out, pressing his mouth against the top of my head. It was like a soundless kiss, and he did it several times, as if once or twice wasn’t enough. The smile parting my face was sated and happy and wide. And when I noticed his hand was still sandwiched between my thighs, it turned greedy. I wanted it there. It didn’t matter where we were. What we were.

A hum left me.

It made Matthew laugh. “That was a beautiful sound. And I think you love the shit out of this chair.”

“I think I might,” I admitted. I let out another content sigh. “I can’t believe you’ve made me come twice. It doesn’t seem right.”

“Why the hell not?” Matthew asked. The reluctant retrieval of his hand leaving me… a little less content. “I love my tally,” he continued, the sight of the mess I’d made out of his fingers distracting me. I brought them to my lap and cleaned them with the fabric of my dress. Matthew huffed out a laugh. “Fuck, Josie.Christ.You’re going to make it impossible for me to stand up.”

Which reminded me… “Were you touching yourself? When we were on the phone?”

His smile was lopsided. “Absolutely. Until the line went dead. Killed my hard-on on the spot.”

I straightened, meeting his gaze. “Why didn’t you say?”

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