Page 19 of Her Devil

She perches her petite ass on my leg, doing her best to not look awkward. Sitting up, I slide my ass into the chair as I pull her closer, the heat from her leg pressing against me as my arm goes to her side to hold her in place.

The poor girl has no idea what she wants or how to get it. She’s used to the paltry effort of stuck-up toffs attempting to make her feel good, if they even bothered, and she certainly won’t have ever had to make the first move, not like this.

“What did you have in mind?” I ask, the words raspy as I hold back the desire to let my darkness break the delicate woman in my lap.

Her lips part, words on the tip of her tongue as her intense gaze flicks from my lips to my eyes and back again. I slide a hand up her arm, grazing the column of her neck before tugging on the lobe of her ear. A shiver ripples over her body, a desire matched by the peak of her nipples through the thin fabric and her short panted breaths.

I lean in closer, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as I whisper, “You only have to ask.”

What I really want to do is bite down on the soft flesh, grazing my teeth along her jaw before devouring her plump lips and any moans that might fall from them, but before she can gather enough sense to reply, or for me to snap and take what I want, Taylor calls from the other side, declaring our time’s up and we need to get back.

The spell is broken as she jumps back, suddenly realising she’s pressed against me, her body moulding to the mere suggestion of my whim.

“Saved by the bell, I guess,” I comment, noticing the aroused flush that creeps over her collarbone.

She smiles, climbing from my lap and plucking her scarf from the table, using the light fabric to distract from the sight of her nipples peeking through her shirt.

“Until next time.” She smiles, picking her bag up and joining her friend and Taylor as they saunter out the door.

“George, are you ready?” I call, watching her ass swing in fitted black pants.

They’d have been a bugger to get off discreetly, but it would have been worth a try.

He nods from the chairs, giving the blonde girl one last scathing kiss as he fastens his jeans back up.Lucky fucker.

“You’re driving,” Ivy says, narrowing her eyes in my direction as we get outside, the early morning air frigid.

“I am…”

“I know I’m not supposed to get in a car with strangers, but I reckon we probably know you enough by now. What’s the chance you’re willing to drop three very tired, reasonably drunk women off before heading home?” she asks.

“Weren’t there five of you earlier on?” I ask, looking around.

“There were… but two of them don’t live with us and one of them is still asleep poolside.” Tamsin laughs from Taylor's side, her dark gaze flicking to his. “Won’t you rest easier knowing we’re safe and sound tucked up in our beds?”

“I’d sleep better with you tucked up in mine.” He chuckles darkly. “But lucky for you, we brought mine, and I’ve got a big one.”

“I bet you do,” Ivy replies with a smile. No doubt she’s sure to hear all about what he’s packing when they get back—girls talk.

“That’s his car, not his… anything else,” I intervene before the conversation goes even further off topic. “Come on then, ladies. Where am I taking you?” I ask with a surprisingly alert smile. Ivy looks like she’s ready to curl up in bed and not reappear for another three days, but I’m still feeling fresh and ready to take the day on, even though it’s not started yet.

“Just down the driveway,” she replies. “Past the stone house and round the far side of the pool.”

My eyebrows raise as I look from Taylor to George and back again, nodding before gesturing to Taylor's black SUV, the one we’re standing beside. “Hop in.”

The music pours out as I start the engine up, laughter following as everyone does their best to find a space in the car. I’m sure someone ends up on someone else’s lap, and there’s more than one giggle coming from the back row as I carefully make my way down the winding driveway, following the path past the garage and further around the house.

They’re not wrong though, tucked away on the other side of the pools I’ve not yet investigated is a glass-fronted pool house.

“Thanks for the lift,” Ivy says as the girls climb out, steadying their feet before making their way to the front door and sliding in.

“This year is going to be so much fun,” Taylor comments, most of the drink seemingly out of his system until he wobbles. “It’s fine, I’m good,” he adds, righting himself and climbing back in the car.

“I feel sorry for whoever has to sort that mess out,” George comments, as we make our way back to the silence of the house just around the corner.So close and yet so far.

“Well, thanks for a fun night, gentlemen,” I comment, pulling into the garage. “I guess I’ll see you both somewhere around lunchtime.” I might manage a couple of hours sleep, after I’ve dealt with the raging need now coursing through my veins, but I don’t imagine I’ll be seeing them before then.

SEVEN

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