Page 126 of Their Arrangement
Five minutes later, I felt it again.
That shift.
That signal the room hadn’t learned to name yet—but I had.
Barron was moving. The floor stilled. He passed behind me like wind over glass. Didn’t look at me. Didn’t speak.
But his fingers?—
They dragged across the edge of my chair. Barely a touch. A brush. A claim. When they reached the top of the backrest?—
They tapped.
Once.
Twice.
Rhythmic.
Commanding.
And I knew.
He had looked.
He had seen.
He knew the color of the lace under my blouse and theshape of my hips in his skirt. And he wasn’t just letting it happen anymore. He was beginning to want it. And worse?
He was beginning to show me.
I sat there. Heart pounding. Skin flushed. Hands trembling. And for the first time since I walked back into their world…
I didn’t want to run.
I wanted to be taken.
I couldn’t take a full breath. Not because of the corset. Not anymore. Because of them. Because I couldn’t stop feeling them. Even when they weren’t in the room. Even when I was alone at my desk, fingers hovering above the keyboard, eyes fixed on a screen that hadn’t changed in ten minutes?—
They were inside me.
Every glance.
Every slow drag of Wolfe’s gaze.
Every time Loyal didn’t speak but watched like he already knew how I’d come apart.
Every brush of Barron’s knuckles against the back of my chair.
Every time Royal smirked like he already knew the color of my panties.
They were everywhere.
Inside my skin.
My breath.
My hunger.
