Page 42 of Play By The Rules

“Yep, see you later.” I smile widely, moving past him. Betty hides her laughter in Noah’s shoulder while he openly chuckles at the gaping look on Adam’s face.

When I reach Theodore, I hesitate. I’m not sure why he called me over here but now that I’m in front of him, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.

Do I just drop down into the seat and pretend we’re friends?

Do I thank him for the perfect timing and saving me from the creep before walking out of the room?

He doesn’t give me a minute to figure it out, just wraps an arm around my thigh and pulls me into him until I fall on his lap. My breath halts, and my heart races at feeling him underneath me.

Apart from sucking his dick the other night, and being tied to the bed, we haven’t been this close in years; and those two instances don’t count, not really.

This feels different.

It’s too intimate.

Too open.

Too claiming.

“What the fuck did Nielson want?” he asks, his words for me only as he whispers them into my ear. A tingle runs down my spine when the hand resting on my legging-clad thigh moves; at first, it’s a light stroke of his thumb, up and down my material clad thigh.

His fingers join in and move upwards, sliding under my waistband, and my breath hitches.

“Answer the question, Casper.”

“Wha-t-t, uh,” I stutter, words failing me when his pointer finger moves over my underwear, right where my clit throbs. He chuckles, the sound going straight through me.

Can you come from sound alone?

“What did he want?” he says the words slowly, but I’m struggling to hear them over the blood rushing to my ears when his finger presses against me harder. Not quite touching where I need him to, but close enough that my body hums in anticipation.

“Er, he, er, wanted a second date.”

Finally, he presses down on my clit, his finger circling it over the lace. He says something, but I don’t hear him as he moves my thigh with his hand, pushing my legs so they fall either side of his, my back arching against his chest.

“What did you tell him?” he asks, his fingers slipping under the lace of my underwear so he can cup my bare pussy. He presses the heel of his hand against me, and I let out a shaky breath, my eyes rolling when his finger strokes up my folds. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” I moan, though, I don’t know if it’s in answer to his question or because he slid two fingers inside my entrance without warning.

He lazily moves them in and out of me, keeping the pace slow, but it’s enough to have me aching for more.

“Eyes open, Casper,” he whispers into my ear, his teeth nipping at the lobe when his thumb presses against my clit harder this time. “Show him what he can’t have.”

It’s only then that I remember where we are. My eyes snap open, falling to Adam’s face. He stares at us, watching everything.

He can’t actually see my pussy, as it’s covered by clothing, but there’s no denying the anger in his eyes as he sees Theodore move his hand along me. He knows exactly what’s happening at this table.

I should stop him.

I really should.

But the moment his fingers curl inside me, pressing against that one spot, I lose the ability to think, to speak. My hips buck, my body begging him for more.

He gives it to me, thrusting his fingers faster, harder. Every inch of my body tightens in anticipation when he curls his fingers again, his thumb circling my clit faster.

“Do you want to come? Do you want to soak my fingers, right here, where everyone can see?”

He slides another finger into me, spreading me wide so that all I feel is him. My body burns with the need to explode.

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