Page 88 of Behind the Net

“Stay right there,” he murmurs, and I shiver again.

His other hand drops to my thighs, and he runs his knuckles over the bare skin between my skirt and my boot. I can’t breathe, and my heart races. My breasts feel full and tight, and when Jamie’s hand drifts to the hem of my skirt, pushing it up, my hips tilt involuntarily.

He lets out a breathy chuckle, and when Rory knocks again, Jamie leans down until his mouth brushes my ear. “Tell him you’ll be a minute.”

He can’t mean—

My pulse pounds between my legs.

He gives me an emphasizing, bossy look. His expression is clear.

Do it. Now.

“Just a second,” I call, voice warbling while my eyes stay locked on Jamie’s.

His hand trails up farther. The air crackles between us, but I can’t look away. He strokes a soft line up my inner thigh, and with his other hand, his fingers tense around the base of my neck.

My eyes flutter closed as he brushes over my underwear, and pleasure jolts through me when he presses against my clit. My mouth falls open and I gasp.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

“Shh.” The corner of his mouth tips up but his eyes are so dark, like he’s getting off on torturing me like this. “Does this feel good?”

I nod.

“You want me to finger you?”

I nod again, hands tensing on his broad chest. More than anything.

He raises an eyebrow. “Say please.”

“Please,” I whisper.

“Good girl.” He stares down at me, searching my face as he moves my panties aside and strokes his long fingers over me, circling my clit. I press my lips together to hold in a moan as he glides over my sensitive nerves. I’m breathing hard, wincing, and he dips one finger inside me.

“Fuck,” he mutters, and my eyes fall closed at the delicious, tight feeling. “So fucking wet for me, Pippa.”

I nod, resting my head against his chest.

“No, no, no,” he whispers, “eyes on me.”

I swallow another moan, biting my lip as I lift my head to look at him. His hair has fallen into his eyes, and even through my clouded, horny haze, I find that so endearing. He pushes another finger inside me, stroking in at an unhurried pace designed to make me insane, and I cling to his neck, practically hanging off him.

Rory knocks on the door again, and I startle, tightening up on Jamie’s fingers. I forgot he was there. Jamie shoots me a dark, pleased smile.

“Pippa,” Rory calls through the door. “This is boring. Let’s go.”

Jamie leans down. “You’re mine,” he murmurs in my ear, crooking his fingers toward my navel to rub against my G-spot.

I let a quiet moan slip out. “Just a second,” I call back, and my voice breaks as Jamie bumps his thumb against my clit. Pressure and heat build low in my belly, and I feel like I did the other night, with Jamie pressing the toy to my clit.

I feel like I’m going to come.

“You want to come?” he asks with that satisfied, powerful smirk.

I nod frantically, eyes rolling back as he works my pussy, biting back the moan of pleasure.

“I’m right there,” I breathe, staring up at him in awe. How is he so good at this?

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