“Christ.” I hold her away from me, checking her face for any signs of humor. But there’s none. “You know we can’t.”
“So, I’m expected to just watch you flirt and be fine with it?”
“I wasn’t flirting.” I stiffen, trying to remember a moment where I had, but nothing comes to mind.
“I’m kidding. But I’ve thought about what it would feel like if you did. How it would make me want you more. Knowing you’re mine.” Her lust-filled gaze bores into mine, and she squirms in my lap.
“You’re killing me, B.”
“It’s killing me too. Why can’t we be together?”
I open my mouth to argue, but pause, throwing her question around in my mind.Why can’t we be together?
Right now.
No one is watching.
Leaning back, I roll up my sleeve and glance down at the glimpse of her panties, trying to gauge how wet she is beneath the skimpy black material. It’s dark, and in her new position, people wouldn’t be able to see my hands.
But they would see her expression, unless…
“Can you keep a straight face?” I ask, the idea now firmly planted in my mind.
“What?” The question leaves her mouth on a breath, and her legs clench as she blinks rapidly.
“Can you keep a straight face?”
Her gaze drops to my hand hovering near her thigh, and her breath hitches. “Yes,” she whispers. “But you have to keep talking.”
“Talking?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to tell you about my day while I finger fuck you, B?”
“God.” She shakes her head no, but then whispers, “Yes, please.”
“Anything for you.”
Cupping her leg, I gently skim my fingers across the inside of her thigh, gliding my hand toward her core. She sucks in a breath but otherwise holds up her end of the deal, the picture of stoic perfection.
“Did you like your cake?” she asks, her voice strained, making me chuckle.
“You know I didn’t.” I reach her panties, dragging a finger across the soaked material, biting back a groan. My cock twitches and Blair squirms on top of me, making it worse.
Her lips part and I squeeze her waist, drawing her gaze. “Ask me what my favorite present was.”
“O-kay” she rushes out, a fake smile locked in place. “What was your favorite present?”
“Finding your pussy soaked for me, imagining you chatting with your friends, your arousal pooling at your entrance all night. Waiting for this.”
“Jesus.” Her body sags and for the briefest of seconds she closes her eyes. “You can’t say that.”
“Sorry, would you prefer I told you that I like the new sneakers from your parents?”
“God, don’t mention my—”
My fingers dip under the lace of her thong, brushing against her bare pussy, and Blair hisses at my touch. “I happened to think the cake was delicious,” she says as I insert a finger inside her, her hips bucking ever so slightly.
