Page 71 of The Proximity Effect

Spreading my legs wide, I held my breath as Tessa sauntered toward me, her hips swaying to the beat in a way that made my mouth go dry. The tequila had given her liquid courage, but the look in her eyes told me she was still delightfully nervous.

“I have no idea what I’m doing.” Tessa’s voice was laced with nervous laughter as she positioned herself between my legs.

My pulse pounded as she hesitated just long enough for me to take in the way her chest rose and fell and the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. Then, as if deciding to commit, she started to move.

Her hips rolled in slow, deliberate circles, syncing with the sultry beat of the music. I clenched the couch cushions, my knuckles aching from the pressure, but it was the only thing keeping me tethered to sanity. Every brush of her body against mine sent a rush of heat straight to my gut, the friction maddening.

She ran her fingers through her hair, tilting her head just enough to expose the smooth line of her throat. Jesus Christ. I swallowed hard, dragging my gaze up before I did something humiliating.

Over her shoulder, I caught Archer’s eye. His jaw was clenched so tight I half expected to hear his teeth crack. Liam, on the other hand, looked thoroughly entertained, one brow arched in amusement as he nursed his drink.

Then Tessa turned around, and my breath caught in my throat.

She lowered herself onto my lap, her back pressing flush against my chest, the curve of her body fitting against mine like a goddamn puzzle piece. The way she moved with slow, teasing pressure was almost enough to make my self-control slip.

I had to start mentally reciting baseball stats just to keep from completely losing it.

“Still think this was a good idea?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, meant only for me.

I let out a strained chuckle, my fingers twitching against my thighs. “Best. Game. Ever,” I rasped.

The song ended, and she practically shot off my lap like she’d been burned, her face flushed as she retreated to Archer’s lap. The absence of her warmth was immediate, but if that had gone on even a second longer, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself. Because Tessa? She wouldn’t be sitting on anyone else’s lap.

She’d be under me.

After several more rounds, many shots of tequila, and one confession from me about having sex in the clock tower during college, I rolled the highest again finally.

Liam rolled the color die, and I cleared my throat to keep from whooping. I’d been waiting for this moment. “Wild card.”

Liam groaned. “Why do I feel like I’m about to regret everything?”

I glanced around our little circle. The tequila was working its magic on all of us, and the sexual tension in the room was thickenough to cut with a knife. Perfect time to push things a little further.

I leaned back, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I looked at Liam. “All right, wild card means anything goes. So, Liam, you get to tell Tessa how to pleasure herself.”

My gaze shifted to Tessa, who looked like she was caught between mortification and intrigue. Masturbating in front of three men was entirely different from what we’d done last night. “You can always do a shot instead. Both of you have to agree.”

“I’m in.” There was a spark in her eyes that told me she wasn’t entirely opposed to this.

Liam looked momentarily stunned before a slow, devilish smile spread across his face. He leaned forward, his eyes locked onto Tessa’s with an intensity that made my pulse quicken. This was going to be good. “Start by running your hand down the front of your leggings. Slowly.”

Archer’s fingers flexed against her hips. I could see the war playing out in his eyes. He wanted to be the one giving the orders, but the wild card had been played, and now it was Liam’s show.

Tessa hesitated for a moment before her hand began a slow descent, her fingers tracing a path down her stomach, over the waistband of her leggings, and finally cupping her sex through the fabric.

Liam’s eyes followed her every movement. “Now, slip your hand inside. Tell us how wet you are.”

I shifted in my seat, adjusting my jeans as I grew even harder. The room was thick with anticipation as Tessa’s hand slipped beneath the fabric, her eyes fluttering closed as she explored herself.

“I’m... I’m wet.” The words escaped Tessa’s lips like a secret. She met Liam’s intense stare, her pupils blown with arousal. Herhand still lingered inside her leggings, and there was a slight tremble in her shoulders as she held herself still.

“Show us. Take off your leggings and panties. Let us see you.” Liam’s command was both a challenge and an invitation.

Tessa stood up and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her leggings. She hesitated for a moment before she slowly began to peel them down, revealing inch after inch of creamy skin. The tease was almost unbearable, and I leaned forward, my eyes fixed on her every movement.

When her leggings and panties pooled at her feet, she stepped out of them, kicking them aside. She stood before us, completely bare from the waist down. Seeing her so vulnerable and exposed sent a surge of lust through me.

“Sit back down on Archer’s lap. Spread your legs wide and hook them over his.”

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