Page 101 of Voyeur

“And? Did you touch yourself, little one? Did you sink your fingers inside your soaking wet pussy? Did you fuck yourself while you thought of me spanking you?” I ask, hovering over her lips as her eyes flutter closed again.

A whimper escapes her, her heated breath fanning against my lips. My dick is aching in my pants, and I step forward with my left foot, placing it outside of her leg. Bending my knees, I drive my hardness against her jean-clad center.

She moans, grabbing for my hips and digging her nails in.

“Well,” I ask, “did you?”

“N—no,” she replies finally, and it makes me stop dead.

“You didn’t?”

She opens her eyes, shaking her head at me in answer. “No. I wanted you to be the one to make me come.”

Right before I self-combust, the fucking doorbell rings.

I growl, and she smiles. “Looks like we’ll both be punished a little longer, huh?”

She ducks under my arms that are still braced against the bar. If I’m honest, the bar is holding me up.

“Good evening, ma’am. Sir. I’m Henry. I’m here to escort you to meet with Mr. Stanner,” an elderly man says when she opens the door.

I adjust my semi-hard dick in my pants before turning around.

Carina grabs her purse off the couch, clicking off the lamp next to the couch. “You ready?” she asks with a wicked smirk across her face.

“As I’ll ever be, little one.”

The man looks between the two of us, a knowing smile on his face, and I spy the wedding ring on his left hand. He knows the torment of the female variety all too well.

If he can survive, so can I.

He sent a fucking limo. As I get down the steps, snow crunching under my dress shoes, I move around Carina to hold the door open. She smiles brightly at me and then gets in, sliding across the leather seat to the other side.

I get in and close the door.

“The drive is about thirty minutes without traffic, and drinks have been provided in the mini-fridge if you’d like them,” Henry tells us, and Carina looks around the limo with wide eyes and her mouth open.

I can’t help but feel like it’s a slight against me. He knew I was coming and he’s flaunting his money. Probably unaware that I’m just as wealthy as he is.

“Thank you, Henry,” Carina tells the man, and he smiles in the rear view at her before closing the divider to give us privacy.

Something that’ll only make the drive there harder on me.

But then, Carina pipes up, “I think I want to sit where you are, swap seats with me?” She stands as Henry takes off from the curb, playing a game I wasn’t ready to play when she’s thrown backwards into my lap. When she wiggles free, it hardens my dick all over again.

I groan as she apologizes and then sits back down.

When I lift my heated eyes to hers, she smiles knowingly.

I lied. I might not survive this.

CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE

Emery

Opening the door, my eyes land on him first. He scowls, and I return it. Carina flicks her gaze between us before sighing and crossing her arms over her chest in distaste.

“Come in,” I tell them, backing away and holding the door open.

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