Page 65 of Wicked Surrender

“Don’t deny it,” he taunted.

I couldn’t. It was impossible to deny that I wanted him. That he lusted for me. That somehow, we’d weirdly gotten closer to find this middle ground of stubborn attraction.

“You wanna stop?” he teased as he lowered one hand to my thigh again. Kissing and caressing my bare skin, he tempted me to tell him that I would hate him if he thought about stopping.

“Or do you want to let me show you?”

I gasped under his mouth as he pushed his hand higher.

Under my skirt.

His fingertips grazed along my slit, and I held my breath.

He can’t be serious.

Here?

“Let me show you how badly you’re messing with me,” he growled.

I tensed, excited with how naughty this was as he slipped his fingers under the edge of my panties.

“Let me show you how obsessed I am with being the one to make you dripping wet like this.”

I stared at him as he lowered his mouth toward mine again. Watching him press his lips over mine, I realized that he wanted to muffle my squeak of surprise.

Pushing my panties further over, he forced his hand closer. With each pass of his fingers along my slick folds, he kissed me harder and deeper.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my fuck.

Thoughts ceased to matter. All I could do was hold on to him and kiss him back.

This was really happening. Jason Reeves had his hand under my skirt. He was fingering me, dragging his rough fingertips up and down my sensitive flesh and smearing my juices over my skin.

It wasn’t just happening. I was welcoming him to play with me—in public.

I doubted anyone could see. I hoped not. A lifetime of being expected to hold myself to a degree of propriety and decorum should’ve prevented me from wanting this at all, especially from someone like him, my bully I had to tutor.

He blocked me in the booth, and he made sure to keep his hand under the table.

Yet, as I spread my legs apart to give him more access, I felt like the sluttiest, naughtiest bad girl ever.

I loved it.

I relished the recklessness of wanting him like this, feeling so alive and bold to go for what I wanted.

Right now, I wantedthis.

I wantedhim.

Even in this booth where others could walk by.

Tossing all caution to the wind, I arched back and willed him to touch me.

To finger fuck me.

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