Page 59 of The Enemy of My Enemy Is… My Fake Boyfriend?

My rush?Hewas my rush.

Not answering, I bit back a moan as his fingers began to move against my cloth-covered center, slow and teasing. Something he'd said once upon a time flashed into my consciousness, that sex with him would never beboring, unimaginative, or quick. Not that this was sex.

I also remembered whatI'dsaid that night... that I'd never want to have sex with him. So what the hell was I doing?

His fingers increased their pressure as his lips met my earlobe. "You're so fucking sexy."

I closed my eyes, his words erasing my qualms. So I'd said I would never have sex with him, and this wasn'treallysex if I wanted to parse words and delve into semantics. This was just...

My train of thought completely vanished as he deftly moved my underwear to the side, now ghosting the bare skin of my pussy. I bit my lip to stop myself from making any noise, my gaze searching the room for any onlookers.

But no one was near us and the tablecloth was long, hiding the action underneath thankfully.

"Take them off," he said.

I didn't need to be told twice, so take them off I did, Ethan grabbing my panties and hiding them away. And then his hand was back slowly working my inner thighs again while I wiggled impatiently.

"Be patient like a good girl," he said.

Oh, God. The man was going to drive me insane.

He cupped me again, enveloping me, that warmth seeping in and making me tingle all over. Ever so slowly, his fingers explored the outer edges of my lips, back to front, then front to back, taking his sweet time while I fought to keep my breathing even.

"Spread your legs, baby."

His other hand on my thigh, he draped my leg over his, opening me up, my breath catching in my throat in anticipation. With a light and gentle touch, he made more teasing movements, exploring every inch of me except where I wanted it the most.

But still, it all felt incredible.

And then he finally made a move toward my clit, connecting with it, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure through me that nearly made me jump from my seat.

He circled it lazily with his finger a few times, then moved to my opening, then went up the other side to draw a path aroundmy clit again. Doing this over and over, the man was working me into a slobbering mess.

"You're so wet for me," he whispered. "Do you like what I'm doing?"

All I could do was nod, speech eluding me.

"Do you want me to finger fuck you?"

Another nod. An emphatic nod.

He inserted a large finger, slowly, testing me, exploring me, teasing my entrance and making me even wetter. I bit my lip to keep myself from making any sound, some part of me still aware of where we were.

Being in public, knowing that we could get caught at any second, heightened everything, made my heart pound and every nerve set on edge, the excitement and thrill of it all only adding to what Ethan was doing with his magic fingers.

He connected with my G-spot, making me gasp at the intensity, and then he began to thrust his finger in and out at a leisurely pace that had me melting. He hit that spot every single damn time, reading my body, my reaction, his eyes scrutinizing my face.

The lights beyond the window became a blur when the palm of his hand connected with my clit, the ecstasy of him stimulating both of my hot spots at the same time almost too much to handle.

"Don't make a sound."

A waiter passed by the table, and I prayed to the universe that he wouldn't stop.Please don't stop. Please don't stop.

Ethan laughed beside me, and I realized he'd heard my barely whispered pleas. "Don't worry, darling. I have no intention of stopping."

Once the server had disappeared, he resumed his movements, adding a finger inside me, filling me, giving me just a taste of what it might be like to have more than his fingers in my pussy.My mind conjured up the feel of his big cock this morning against my ass.

Oh, dear God, he'd been impossibly hard and thick.

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