Page 151 of Exes and Oh Hell No

His fingers slip inside my waistband, brushing against my panties.

The barest tease.

“Mmmm. You’re on fire, baby.”

I twist away, earning a dark laugh that echoes off the concrete wall.

The predator is all around me, beside me, and now, his fingers glide over my panties, soon to be inside me.

There’s no escape.

I’m trapped, his helpless prey.

As much as I want to fight him, there’s a bigger part that wants him to eat me alive.

“Ford.” His name slips out like a whispered prayer, breathy and haunting. “P-Please.”

He circles my clit, his touch too light.

Teasing.

“P-Please, what, wifey?”

God, why do I melt every fucking time he calls me wife?

Even when I pretend to fight him.

“S-Stop teasing me.”

He raises his brows. “You’re going to tellmewhat to do? After you withheld information from me?”

I frantically shake my head, realizing my mistake. “N-No.”

“Sure sounded that way.” He continues his slow, delicious torment.

My teeth gnash together to prevent me from doing something stupid, like demand he rub my clit faster.

Harder.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I shake my head, loving and hating the torment he’s dishing out.

“What’s wrong, baby? Frustrated?” His warm breath tickles my ear, making me shiver.

I give a quick nod, worried I’m about to break some teeth with how hard I’m clenching.

His fingers slide lower, and suddenly, his fingers are inside me, thrusting hard and fast.

My lips part as a long moan slips free.

“Oh, fuck. So good,” I rasp, moving my hips faster.

“You like that?” His voice is gravelly and seductive, drawing me in.

My eyes pop open. “Yeess.”

He growls, his thumb moving back to my clit, furiously circling it, while his fingers thrust in and out, harder and faster.

I’m a puddle of desire.

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