Page 97 of Destined To Fall

He nods, and I huff, but I can’t deny how hot the thought alone makes me.

“Here, now, right in front of you?”

“I can see how much you want this, how much you need this. It goes against all my male fiber to let you walk out that door so unsatisfied. I can’t do it. I’ve been trying, goddamn it, I tried. But you said so yourself—you can’t get off—and it’s clear you need my help to do it.”

I groan, and Jeremy grins, getting even closer, his hot breath warming my face, my lips, my insides.

“I’m sure it’s been a while since you’ve had to do it yourself. Do you need me to talk you through it, or is my presence alone enough?”

Ass. He’s purposely provoking me, trying to get a rise out of me, or bait me. Or just drive me fucking crazy. Well, two can play at that game.

I don’t waste a second, not giving him time to retreat. I rest my elbows on the edges of the armrests and lift my ass up. With barely an inch between our bodies, I run a hand down my chest, along my corset, and between my legs to cup myself, my knuckles skimming his body in the process. I mock gasp, but raise my head too high, causing my mouth to graze his ever so slightly. A moan escapes, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to stop myself from seeking more. My traitorous body is begging for contact.

Jeremy purses his lips, gripping the arms hard, the fabric groaning in protest before he releases them and stands up. His gaze visibly struggles to stay on my face and not my hand.

He steps back a few paces, and I trace my hand back up to the top of my corset and the eyelets keeping it together, watching Jeremy the whole while. I squeeze my breasts tightly, moaning loudly, and internally grin with satisfaction when his jaw goes slack, his gaze zeroing in on my fingers as they take the top clip between them.

“Wait!”

I raise an eyebrow, waiting for Jeremy to continue. He swallows thickly before he can lift his eyes to mine.

“I don’t think I could handle you naked just now.”

“You’re kidding?”

He shakes his head adamantly.

“You’re not kidding. So, I’m supposed to get myself off fully clothed?”

“You’re hardly fully clothed.”

True. My gaze narrows, and my lips thin in frustration.“This is stupid. I’m not doing it.”

“This isn’t supposed to be for me. You’re not putting on a show, Vivienne.” Jeremy’s brows pucker, seemingly in thought, until one side of his mouth quirks up and his eyes light. He walks off, returning moments later with a scarf in hand.

“Uh, Jer, what the hell—”

“Shh, this will help. This way,” he says as he stretches out the scarf, folding it in half lengthwise again and again,“you won’t be watching me.”

“This is ridiculous. You’ll still be watching me, but I can’t get naked, and I can’t see.”

The last thing my eyes take in before Jeremy blindfolds me, tying the scarf behind my head, is his wicked grin.

My skin sizzles with awareness, knowing exactly how close Jeremy is in relation to me as soon as the makeshift blindfold is in place, shutting out all light and all sense of sight. With the loss of one sense, my others blaze to the forefront, overwhelming me, Jeremy’s delicious woodsy scent coming off the scarf every time I breathe in. It’s intoxicating and heady, and damn, my body burns even brighter with desire.

I take a ragged breath, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth and clamping down, tasting the metallic tang andtelltalesign I bit too hard.

The air shifts near my ear a mere second before Jeremy’s deep baritone whispers against it, making me suck in a sharp breath.

“Better?”

That one word shivers along my skin like a summer breeze, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and I have the unmistakable feeling that makes Jeremy grin, the satisfaction practically radiating off of him, his tone far too smug.

“Now, put your palms flat on your thighs.”

My forehead scrunches against the scarf, and I open my mouth to protest, when one of Jeremy’s long fingers presses against my lips, halting me in my tracks.

“Stop talking, stop thinking, and just do as you’re told for once.”

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