Page 108 of Never Your Girl

Fuck.

“And wet?”

“Maybe you should find out for yourself.”

The need to do that thrums through me as one hand stays wrapped possessively around her breast while the other skims along her bare skin until it reaches the scrap of material that barely covers her ass.

My fingers delve beneath the black fabric before dipping lower to her smooth mound. As soon as I brush the sensitive flesh, she widens her stance, giving me room to maneuver. Moisture gathers on my fingertips as they stroke the seam of her lips. Another whimper works its way free from her as she presses her hips into my touch.

“Always so needy.”

“Do you blame me?”

“Not at all. But I do love it.”

With that, I slide two fingers inside her until they’re buried deep within her heat. From this angle, I’m able to rub soft circles against her clit with my thumb as I tweak her nipple with the other hand. It’s only when she shifts that I pump my fingers in and out of her body.

“Looks like the tables have turned. If you’re not careful, you’ll make me come.”

“No way,” I whisper against her ear. “I’m just getting you ready for me.”

“Mission accomplished. I’m ready.”

I withdraw from her pussy and tap her clit with my fingertips. “I’ll tell you when you’re ready to be fucked. Not the other way around.”

When she squirms, I tweak her nipple before one hand settles on the area between her shoulder blades. “Now, bend over, baby. Show me that pretty little ass.”

With a groan, she drapes herself across the desk. Her arms stretch above her head as her palms flatten against the hard surface.

My hungry gaze roves over her as another wave of need crashes over me.

A tiny scrap of thin material is the only thing that bars her naked body from me. The bottom piece of her costume is more of a glorified thong. The ribbon sits prettily in the cleft between her rounded cheeks. All I have to do is rip it away and I’d get an eyeful.

As desperate as I am to fuck her, I want to draw out this moment until we’re both tap dancing on the edge. I reach out and trail my finger along the silky fabric from the top where it meets the elastic band that encircles her waist before grazing her rosebud until finally making my way to her soaked pussy. The place where the ribbon meets the cloth is nestled between her plump lips.

I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen a sight as stunning as Holland bent over.

I drop down until I’m eye level with her backside.

My hands settle on her ass cheeks before gently spreading them.

She’s so fucking drenched.

Is this what I do to her?

As tempted as I am to yank the thong to the side and fuck her with it on, I want her totally bare.

I want Holland Tate at her most vulnerable.

For me.

And only me.

My fingers slip beneath the band at her waist before sliding it over the generous curve of her hips and thighs before it puddles on the floor at her feet. I lift one foot and then the other before picking up the thong and straightening. Her palms are still flattened against the desk. As much as I like them there, I want her completely at my mercy.

I shackle one wrist with my fingers, careful to bend her arm in a sweeping motion until I can fold it against the small of her back. It’s a surprise when she remains silent, not questioning what I’m doing. That little bit of trust she’s handing over means everything, and it makes me want to be even more gentle with her.

It’s the balm I didn’t realize I needed, and manages to soothe everything that had been raging inside me.

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