Page 76 of Reckless Harmony

He gripped the oily fabric strip with his right hand and pressed his left hand against her labia. Her skin was slick with oil, and his fingers immediately slid across her skin to slip between her lips and press against her clit.

She gasped, her hips bucked against him, and he went from a semi to rock hard in an instant. He gritted his teeth, moving his fingers away from her clit.

“Sorry.”

“Th-that’s okay.” Her voice was breathy and thin.

He tried again, this time managing to pull her skin taut. “On three, all right?”

She nodded, her hands squeezing tight against the sink as he counted down. He pulled the strip off with brisk efficiency. Rayna made a strangled yelp, and her body jerked wildly, her thighs clamping around his hand. He pressed his left hand firmly against her labia to help with the sting as he dropped the strip into the sink with his right.

She sucked in a deep breath, and still keeping one hand against her, he grabbed another piece of paper towel from the roll.

“Turn on the tap,” he said.

She turned it on, and he wet the paper towel with warm water. Her thighs were still clamped around his hand, and he said, “Open, Rayna.”

She spread her legs, and he used the damp paper towel to wipe away the oil. He pulled it out from under her nightgown, and she studied the dots of blood on it as he tossed it into the sink. “There’s not as much blood as I thought there would be.”

“The oil helped to stop the skin from tearing,” he said.

“Thank you,” she said. “I appreciate -”

She gasped, her hips arching again when he slipped his right hand between her legs and ran his fingertips over her pussy.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“Just checking for any bits of fabric,” he said.

“Oh, right, yeah, that’s a good… oh, God… idea,” she said.

He brushed away the tiny bits of fabric he could feel clinging to her skin and told himself it was an accident when his finger slipped between her pussy lips again to rub against her clit.

Rayna cried out, her hand clamping around his wrist.

Cursing himself for being a pervert, he tried to pull his hand away, but giving him a hot look of need, Rayna pressed his hand against her pussy.

CHAPTER 26

Okay, so Rayna had gone her entire adult life without even a hint of awareness that she was secretly a BDSM enthusiast.

I mean, she had to be. Right? It was the only explanation for why Stark ripping off a stuck piece of wax on her pussy had turned her on.

Open for me, Rayna.

Stark’s earlier words echoed in her head and sent a flood of wetness to her pussy. Fuck, if she didn’t let go of his hand, he was about to find out just how perverted she was. Instead of releasing him, she held his wrist even tighter, refusing to let go.

He pressed up against her back, and, oh sweet lord, that was his erection against her ass, and she didn’t have a hope in hell of stopping herself from grinding against it.

Stark’s breath caught in her ear, and she didn’t even care that she could hear the amusement in his voice when he said, “You have to let go of my hand if you want me to move it, Ms. Abrams.”

“I think there might still be some bits of, um, fabric.” Her voice sounded embarrassingly needy.

“Is that right? Would you like me to check again?”

“Yes, please,” she said.

His left hand smoothed a path down the outside of her thigh. “You know what I need you to do.”

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