Page 117 of Nine Months to Bear
“Please what?”
“You know what.”
“Say it.”
“I need you.”
He pulls back to look at me. “Where?”
“Stefan—”
“Where do you need me, Olivia?”
My face burns, but the fire in his eyes makes me bold. “Inside me.”
He groans and claims my mouth again, his hand sliding between my legs.
“So wet already,” he murmurs against my lips. “Is this for me?”
“Yes.”
“Only me?”
“Only you.”
He pushes the panties aside and slides one finger inside me. I cry out, my hips bucking against his hand.
“So tight,” he says. “So perfect.”
He adds another finger, pumping slowly while his thumb circles my clit. I’m already close, embarrassingly fast, but I don’t care.
His face is inches from mine, his eyes dark with desire. “You can try not to scream,” he says. “But you’re going to lose that battle.”
“Oh, you arrogant?—”
He curls his fingers, hitting that spot that makes me see God.
And sure enough, I scream.
He swallows the sound with his mouth, kissing me through an orgasm that tears through me like lightning.
I’m still shaking when he pulls his hand away and starts unbuckling his belt.
“Turn around,” he says.
“What?”
“Turn around. Hands on the desk.”
I obey on unsteady legs, bracing myself against the lacquered wooden surface. Behind me, I hear the whisper of his zipper.
“Spread your legs.”
I do.
“Wider.”
I spread them as far as they’ll go, feeling exposed and vulnerable and desperately turned on.
