Page 108 of Blindside Sinner

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Have you ever been teased for three hours straight?

Now that I have, I’m honestly not sure if I’d recommend it or not. I’m dripping, soaking, wetter than I’ve ever been in my life, and I’d chew through brick to get over the peak.

But Beck won’t let me. Oh, sure, he’ll bring me close—right up to the very precipice of the most drool-worthy orgasm known to man. But he won’t push me over, and he won’t let me do it himself.

So by the time we reach the arena, I’m an absolute mess in every sense of the word.

“Sorry, darling,” Beck says with a wink. “Game time. See you after.” Then he waves goodbye and saunters off, as if I’m not ready to tear my clothes off and throw myself at him right this fucking second.

My jaw is damn near on the ground in disbelief. Surely he won’t leave me like this, right? Even an ass like him wouldn’t?—

Then his head pops back around the corner. His smirk is literally ear-to-ear. “The look on your face is priceless,” he informs me as he comes back over.

He’s got one hand clasped behind his back, hiding something from my view.

“I—You—” I’m spluttering and incoherent, even without his hands up my dress. I don’t think I’ve said a complete sentence since the bus pulled out of the parking lot back in Seattle. “What are you holding?” I finally manage to say.

“I got you a present.”

“You… bought me… a present?” A flutter of happiness ripples through me. Followed by a healthy dose of suspicion. Beckett Daniels never gives anything without strings attached.

“Sure did.” That smirk of his isn’t going anywhere. And when he reveals what’s hidden in his hand, I realize why.

Lying in his palm is a vibrator.

It’s discreet, about the length and thickness of a magic marker, cast in a pretty blush bronze color and gleaming under the fluorescent lights overhead.

“Beck!” I hiss as my cheeks flame hot enough to smoke. “Put that away! Before somebody sees!”

He makes a big show of looking around, even though the little side hallway we’re standing in is obviously empty.

“Who’s gonna see, baby?” he says at last, turning that grin back on me.

I shudder. “I…”

“That’s what I thought. Now, c’mere. Let’s try it on for size.”

He reaches out for me, but I swat his hand away. “Not a chance! I’m not letting you?—”

But before I can keep protesting, he hooks an arm around my waist and drags me to him. His smell and his warmth hit me at once like a runaway train, and I go limp in his grasp.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs in my ear, his breath fanning over the expanse of my throat. Between us, his hand holding the vibrator is teasing up my bare inner thigh. “And because you’re such a good girl, I know you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to do. I’m going to put this little toy against that sweet, wet pussy of yours, right inside those panties we just spent three hours getting soaked for me. And you’re going to wear it there for the whole game. While you’re watching me skate, you’re going to wear it, and I’m going to know that it’s pushing you closer and closer and closer to coming apart.”

He’s right about a couple things: one, that my panties are soaked for him. And two, that no matter how much I bitch and scrap and claw and fight back, when it comes down to it… I’m still gonna do exactly as he says.

Because when Beck calls me his good girl and whispers those filthy promises in my ear, I’m putty in his hands.

He nods again, lips brushing over my nape and inhaling me like a vaporized drug. His fingers find the edge of my panties and push them aside. I suck in a sharp breath when the cold vibrator nestles against my lower lips, then again when he not-so-accidentally grazes my swollen clit.

Then he adjusts my underwear back in place and pulls his hands away. When he steps back, I hiss again, if only for the loss ofhis warmth and his smell and the way he makes me feel like I’m levitating and melting all at once.

“Now,” he proclaims, “time for a test run.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

I feel my heartbeat racing in my chest as he flicks open an app on his home screen that I’ve never seen him use before. “Beck…” I mumble helplessly.

I’m close enough to see the app open up with a slider. At first, it’s shifted all the way down. The screen is a pleasant pale pink, almost white.

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