Page 15 of Beneath the Blindfold

He seemed like he might give up with his next breath.

“I want you to ride my fingers.” He was panting now. His face had an intense, raw expression. “I want you coming on my face. Now, fucking tell me . . . is that allowed?”

“You’ll violate the nudity—”

“No, naughty girl.” He gave her a frantic kiss, as if he only had a fingertip’s grip on his control. “Payton has blindfolds.”

Of course. Kind of cheating, but not.Clever, Logan.

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Evie’s blue eyes blinked at his question, and it was so clear. She wanted to say yes desperately, but also feared what giving him that power would do. I feared it as well. Men were most persuasive when they were on their knees.

“Answer me.” It was a whisper from Logan, but his demanding tone made it sound loud.

“Yes,” Evie said breathlessly. “But if you peek, I win.”

Logan’s smile was a million miles wide. “That won’t happen, but I get it.”

Tracy picked up the pace, sliding faster on him and the muscles along Logan’s jawline flexed. He looked like he was enduring punishment.

The pads of Dominic’s fingers traced circles on my knee and threatened to venture up onto my inner thigh. My legs parted slightly to make room and encourage, but he didn’t take the bait. He just sat there, tracing his infuriating and teasing circles while I ached for his touch.

The song faded out and was replaced by another, and the waves of Tracy’s hips slowed to a stop. “You want another dance, sexy?”

“No, thank you.” It was tight and relieved from Logan.

Oh, hell no. He’d survived the lap dance, but I sensed he was wound tighter than a spring. Maybe he just needed another push.

“She wants a dance,” I said, gesturing to Evie. “My treat.”

The noise of protest that escaped Logan sounded suspiciously nervous, as Tracy lifted onto her knees and began crawling into Evie’s lap. Who went statue-still with shock.

“You can touch me,” Tracy whispered, her voice warm like honey. “Forget about club rules, I don’t mind.” Her knees were planted on either side of Evie’s lap, and her hands tousled her light brown hair. Then her palms flowed down her neck, over her bare breasts, tweaking her nipples to keep them hard. Or maybe she simply enjoyed the sensation.

Tracy finished wandering her own body, and traveled over to the front of Evie’s dress. Her fingers dipped inside the neckline. Evie’s mouth fell open but no sound came out.

The woman glanced at Logan. “Is she shy?”

I snorted. “Only with strangers.”

“Oh, shit.” Evie’s shoulders shuddered when Tracy latched her lips on Evie’s neck. Hands moved under the neckline of her dress.

Dominic gripped my knee and tugged, drawing my focus to him. His dark, seductive look made my breath hitch. Lust hung heavy in the air, choked my lungs, and I was snared in his gaze.

“Get the fuck over here. You’re too far away,” he said in his rough, deep voice.

Too far away for him to undoubtedly torture me, but I went to him anyway, eager. I scrambled to sit sideways in his lap. His hold tangled in my hair and yanked me down into his kiss while his other hand slid up my leg, diving beneath my skirt.

Fuck yes.

I could hear movement on the couch that sounded as if Logan was doing up his pants. Did he have blue balls, aching to be inside his fiancé? Because I could fucking relate. Whatever the female equivalent of that was, I had it. IneededDominic. Somehow the restraint Evie had placed on Logan had an effect on me. It was like how denial instantly intensifies a craving.

Dominic feathered the lightest touch over my panties, but it was a bolt of static electricity on my sensitized skin.

“Yes,” I whispered. “More.”

His lips hovered by the shell of my ear. “Where?” His fingers brushed again. “Here?”

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