“You’rehard.”
“You do thattome.”
“I could say the same thing to you.” Her hand slipped into the soft, flowing fabric of her dress and he heard her touch herself. A wet slide of fingers through folds, and he groaned at the distancebetweenthem.
“You want to come here?” She hooked her leg over the arm of the chair and rolled her hips, her dressfallingaway.
He rose quickly and crossed to her, his dick heavier now, more uncomfortable as he moved. He had to remind himself not to haul her out of thechair.
“Keep stroking yourself. Slowly. And I want you to lick me. Don’t make me come, just take theedgeoff.”
Like she had to ask twice. He’d thought he’d have to wait hours for a taste of her. He dropped to his knees in front of her, his legs spread wide, and he did as she asked. His hand on his cock, his head between her legs. He buried his face in the soft valley of her thighs and licked her until she squirmed and tugged onhishair.
“Oh, Quinn. You’re so, so good at that.” She sighed and gave him a little smile. “But that’s enoughfornow.”
Instantly he stilled, and when she pushed him away, he sat back on his heels. His mouth was wet from her. Her face was flushed and her legs shook as she stood. She pressed her hand to the side of his face and his heart pounded in hischest.
She tangled her fingers in his hair and tilted his head back. The tug went straight to his balls. There was a wild look in her eye, like it was a challenge to stay serene and clipped in herinstructions.
“How do you want me?” he askedroughly.
“On the bed.” She grinned. “On your back, legs spreadforme.”
Shit. Ask an honest question and you’ll get an honest answer. He jerked his head in a nod that didn’t go very far because she held on to his hair for a second longer, then gave him what felt suspiciously like she was petting him.Goodboy.
Up he stood, and back he went. She followed, practically on top of him, except for when she grabbed the vibrator and a small thing of lube she procured from herpurse.
She had lube in her purse.He nearly bust a nut at that image. Slicking up her ass and sinking into her somewhere inpublic.
Although given the way today was turning, it was just as likely she’d been waiting for an opportunity to use it on him. His dick bobbed eagerly at boththoughts.
As she climbed on top of him, her dress drifting softly against his skin before she pressed her body against his, separated only by that thin, floaty fabric, he almost asked her to take it off. Then he bit his tongue and stretched his armsoutwide.
She laughed and kissed his chest, his neck, his mouth. “Nice restraint,” she whispered, amusement making the two wordsbounce.
“Foryou.”
“That’s evenbetter.”
He heard a click, followed by a faint buzz that made his feetcurl. “Wait…”
She laughed. “Nope. Lemondroporbust.”
“Somean.”
“Yep. That’s the way this goes.” She rocked her hips against his erection. “And you’re going to like it.Maybe.”
He half-groaned, half-laughed as she wiggled her way down his body. The laughter died when her vibrator hit the middle of his inner thigh. Oh. He twitched, thenexhaled.
He was trained to withstand torture. Could be dropped in a churning ocean in the middle of the night and not panic. Lie still beneath a hail of bullets and count rounds so he could pop up and cap amotherfucker.
This was nothing. Thiswas— “Ah!”
“Ticklish?”
“No,” he lied, gritting histeeth.
“Honesty’s a virtue,Parry.”
