Page 60 of SINS & Riley
Fuck.
“I enjoyed it,” I mutter through clenched teeth.
His hand slides around to the front.
To my sex.
Blood pounds so loud in my ears it’s deafening. Almost enough to drown out the sound of my zipper sliding down.
He eases my jeans off—one leg, then the other—and moves in behind me. One hand grips my ass, the other slides between my thighs.
That’s when I realize it wasn’t just my jeans he stripped away. My panties are gone too.
And, damn, I lean into the fantasy.
My body unravels, heat curling through every inch of me. My hips move on their own, grinding against him—until his thumb drifts lower, circling the rim of my ass.
His hand comes down again, sharp across my cheek. This time, the sound rips a moan out of me.
“Pain and pleasure,” he drawls. “You like it, don’t you, Pom?”
God, yes.
So much that if he’d just shut up already, I’d probably come.
I bite my tongue, and choke the confession back. I’m done playing by his rules.
His impatience snaps. “Well?”
“You already had a question,” I push out, even as my body hasn’t stopped grinding against his hand. “My turn.”
“Anything.”
The word comes out raw and hungry and… honest. So honest, it almost convinces me he really would tell me anything.
Maybe even who he is.
But I have other priorities.
I ease into the perfect rhythm, feeling his touch everywhere all at once. My breath stutters. “Is the doctor okay?”
His magic hands stop. “You wasted a perfectly good question on that?”
“Is he?”
His growl undoes me. “I let him live.”
Teeth sink into my neck, hard enough to bruise. Punishment and pleasure in one bite.
Air rushes from my lungs.
And I grind harder, shamelessly chasing the delicious friction of his fingers on my pussy, and at my ass.
“Do you want to come?” he asks.
His finger slides inside, and I’m still riding it when the word rips out of me. “Nope.”
The truth is I don’t want to come. I have to.
