Page 82 of The Final Faceoff
Good.
I lean in, letting my breath ghost over her ear. “Something wrong, baby?”
She shivers. It’s sharp, involuntary. Her lips part like she wants to say something, but she doesn’t.
She doesn’t need to.
I rest my palm on her knee, rubbing slow circles, my fingers spreading just a little, guiding her to open up for me.
“You’ve been quiet,” I murmur, brushing my lips against her temple. “Thinking about something?”
Her throat bobs. “No.”
I hum. “Lying to me already?”
She inhales, exhaling slow, controlled. Like she’s trying not to react.
But then I press my palm between her thighs, right where she’s warm, where she’s already soaked for me through the thin fabric of her panties, and she jerks.
“Leif—”
“Shh.” I kiss the shell of her ear, my fingers teasing the edge of her dress, dipping just under the hem but not touching where she needs me yet. “My girl’s already needy, isn’t she?”
She tries to squeeze her legs together, but I don’t let her. My grip tightens just enough to hold her there, spread open for me.
“Let me take care of you,” I murmur, voice rough.
Her breath stutters. “We’re in the helicopter. The pilot will see. Or hear.”
She’s flustered. Fucking adorable.
I smirk, pressing more firmly against her core, rubbing slow, lazy circles. “Then make sure you’re very discreet.”
She inhales sharply. And I see it—the exact moment she gives in.
Good girl.
I slide my fingers higher, dragging them along the soaked fabric of her panties, feeling exactly how badly she needs this. Needs me.
Her lips part in a breathy gasp, her hands gripping the seat beside her, like she’s torn between pushing me away and pulling me closer.
I dip my mouth to her ear. “You like this, don’t you?” I murmur. “Getting felt up while we’re in the air, while the pilot is right there? You like knowing he could turn his head and see exactly how good I make you feel?”
She makes a broken noise, shaking her head—but she’s not fooling me.
“Don’t lie to me, Hailey.” I nibble her earlobe, my fingers pushing her panties aside, teasing her slit, dragging my fingertips through the mess she made for me. “You want him to see how perfect you are for me? You want him to watch while I fuck you right here, in this seat?”
She gasps, body jolting.
I bite back a groan, feeling how wet she is, how easy it would be to slip my hard cock inside her right now, fill her up, make her take every inch.
“You want that, don’t you?” My voice is rough, taunting. “Want him to hear me wreck you? Want him to know exactly what a good girl you are for me?”
She whimpers, her thighs shaking, her nails digging into the leather seat.
I press a kiss to her throat, letting her feel my smirk. In the meantime, I stroke her slit with slow, teasing drags of my fingers, spreading her slick, coating her folds, feeling how fucking wet she is for me. I haven’t even touched her properly yet, and she’s already soaked.
I press my lips against the side of her neck, inhaling the sweet, addictive scent of her skin, letting my breath tickle her ear. “So needy, baby. Dripping for me already, and I’ve barely done a thing.”
