Page 65 of Beneath the Blindfold

Amusement lit his expression as he eyed the space between me and his girlfriend. “So far away,” he teased. “I thought you wanted her.”

I cleared the gravel from my throat. “I do.”

How could I not? She was so goddamn pretty, with long blonde hair and flawless skin and a body I couldn’t keep my eyes off of.

“Slide over to him,” Joseph said to her. “You told me you think Dylan’s hot. Why don’t you take a closer look?”

His comment made my heart hurry along, and it beat even faster when the leather of the cushions creaked, and she drew nearer. Her eyes were wide, and I noted the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She looked anxious, but it could just as easily have been excitement.

Earlier tonight, I'd had no problem talking with her. She was friendly and the conversation had flowed easily back and forth between us. But now? My confidence hid from me.

She rearranged herself right at my side, only an inch of space separating us, crossing her legs beneath her skirt and angling toward me. Her hands rested casually in her lap, but I was sure the tension in her was as readable to Joseph as it was to me. She glanced at my body like I was a present she couldn’t wait to unwrap but was trying to be good.

“Tell him,” he almost sounded amused, “whose idea this was.”

She drew in a preparing breath, and her gaze pierced so deep into me, he disappeared for a split-second, leaving us so we were alone. “A while back, Joseph asked me if I'd like to go down on you while he fucked me.”

The word came from me strained with lust. “Yeah?”

“I couldn't stop thinking about it.” She pressed her lips together for a moment, and her voice fell to a hush. “Couldn't stop wanting it. But notjustthat. My fantasy grew, and grew, and when I told him about all of it . . .”

His eyes glittered with desire. “I do my best to give her whatever she wants.”

Shit, it was so much hotter that tonight had been her idea.

His tone was soft, yet commanding. “Touch him.”

Her gaze swept down me from head to toe. “Where?”

“Wherever you want.” I sensed his sudden hesitation and glanced at him. “Yes?” he asked, wanted to make sure this was all right with me.

“Yes.”

My arm wasn’t high on the list of places I’d expected her to start, but she reached across her body and her palm landed gently on my forearm. It was tame, almost innocent, but the contact of her warm skin against mine started thoughts in my head that were anything but innocent.

“Can I,” her voice was hopeful, “kiss him?”

A thrill shot straight to my stomach.

“Yes,” Joseph and I said at the same time, and—thank fuck for that. He’d told me he wouldn’t get jealous, but he’d also said they hadn’t played with another man before. So, it’d be good to test out his feelings with something easy, like a kiss.

Not to mention, Iwantedto kiss her. I’d had a fantasy or two about catching her alone in the stock room and using my mouth to convince her to forget all about her boyfriend. Would I be able to turn that fantasy into a temporary reality?

Her shoulders turned toward me, and her hand slid along my forearm, gliding up my chest, until it cupped my jaw. She’d planned to initiate the kiss, but I was too eager to wait for her to come to me.

I leaned in and pressed our mouths together.

At first, I couldn’t fully commit my attention to her. I kept my ears open, acutely aware of the man seated behind his desk across the room, watching us. But he didn’t say anything. There was no sharp intake of breath, or swear words, or groan of his chair as if he’d bolted up out of it.

Joseph remained absolutely still, simply studying us.

Did he like what he saw?

Her mouth was soft and yielding, practically welcoming my tongue as I slid it inside, and caressed her. I subtly tilted my head, urging her to do so too, so I could kiss her exactly as I wanted. She tasted good and when I deepened the kiss, she shifted closer.

It was ironic that I was the one who got lost enough in our lush kiss I momentarily forgot about Joseph. When he spoke, it brought me back to reality.

“Touch her.”

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