Page 50 of Glass Jawed
We all head out.
Isaac’s unmistakable voice carries into the hallway. “Honey! We’re hoooommme!”
Karina exhales sharply, relief flooding her features. She walks out first, greeting Isaac’s little sister Emma with a warm hug and then throwing her arms around Isaac, who mock-groans like she just smothered him in public.
The moment breaks.
But a different kind of pressure is building in my chest. It’s not dread. It’s something else.
Because Rohi will be here any minute.
And I just realized... that Ineedher here as soon as possible. I just need to set my eyes on her so I can calm the fuck down.
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“Fuck, sweetheart. You shouldn’t have worn this dress.”
We’re on the far end of Liam’s balcony, mostly hidden by the heavy drapes and the shadows of the skyline. The party behind us is loud—someone’s put on late 2000s hip-hop and the living room is steadily filling up—but none of it touches us here.
Because I’ve got her.
I’ve gother.
Kashvi winked at her the minute they walked in, and hasn’t left Liam’s side since—which is great for me. I get to monopolize my girl.
Andgod, when she walked in?
Something inside me just... settled. It was ridiculous how fast it happened. How right it felt.
She looked nervous at one point—shoulders drawn, eyes darting—but a silent look from Kashvi had calmed her. I’d meant to ask about it. But I’d rather distract her by kissing the life out of her.
“Do you want me to stop?” I murmur against her throat, as my fingers slide under the hem of her dress.
She lets out a breathy laugh, head tilted back, exposing more of her neck for me to devour. “You say that like you’re planning to.”
“I’m not,” I admit, lips grazing her collarbone. “I’mreallynot.”
She whimpers as my hand travels higher, fingertips brushing lace and heat. My cock’s been hard since she leaned into me earlier with that coy little smile.
“What do you know about Liam’s dating history?” she asks suddenly, breath catching when I slide a knuckle down the inside of her thigh.
“Not sure I want to talk about Liam while I’m half an inch from your pussy,” I growl, biting her earlobe.
She lets out a sharp laugh—and then a gasp when I nudge her panties aside and slide my fingers over her wet slit, smearing her arousal everywhere.
“Fuck, Lucian—” she grips my arm. “What if someone sees us?”
I glance around, smirking as I shift her further into the dark corner. “We’re on the thirty-seventh floor. And this angle? No one can see shit.”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispers, hips rocking into my hand as I slide two fingers inside her.
“I can.” I kiss her jaw. Her cheek. Her parted lips. “You feel how wet you are for me, baby?”
She nods helplessly, one hand grabbing my shirt, the other fisting in my hair.
“Luc. Fuck, baby, I’m close.”
That nickname.
