I frowned and sipped my wine, squeezing my knees together. His stare dropped to my legs, and my breath caught in the back of my throat. I took another gulp of my wine, bucking my hips. It happened almost instinctively, and my pussy pulsed.
Mr. Bryne pressed his lips together, sipped his drink, and stared at the ground near my legs. I moved my ass against the chair again, grinding it back and forth, not able to stop myself. It was three in the morning, this wine was strong as hell, and I was horny.
“Mia,” he said quietly.
“Yes, Mr. Bryne?” I said, clutching the side of the chair.
His gaze drifted to my tits again and to the way my nipples stiffened against the material. He rubbed his leg with his hand. “You should probably go to bed,” he said quietly.
I stared at him with wide eyes. My lips parted, and then I pursed them back together. “But …”
“But?” he asked, struggling to keep eye contact with me.
“But I’m not tired,” I said before I could stop myself.
His jaw twitched, his eyes hardening. The way he was trying not to stare only made me more excited. I couldn’t resist moving my ass against the seat.
“Well …” He gulped, placed his glass on the table, and stood. “I’m going to head up.” He walked over to me, squeezed my shoulder from behind—his touch inviting—then said, “Don’t worry about staying quiet out here.”
I tensed and stared down at my thighs.What does he mean by that? Wh—
“Good night, Mia.” He opened the sliding glass door, then disappeared behind it.
My eyes stayed glued to my thighs, brows drawn together. When I knew he was out of sight, I pushed my hand down my shorts and rubbed my aching clit.
The tension had built so high in my core that I didn’t need much to get me going.What … does Mr. Bryne …
Fuck, I had been so close to letting him watch me touch myself, so close to lettinghimtouchme.
He had been tempted. He was staring. He wanted it. And all I’d wanted was for him to come over.
My pussy clenched.
For him to strip off his pants.
For him to fuck me senseless.
I arched my back lightly, my legs starting to tremble.
I bit my lip, trying to be as quiet as I could. I slipped my hand under my shirt and pinched one of my nipples, and a loud moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. I slapped a hand over my mouth, threw my head back, and rode out my orgasm.
And when I finally came down from it, I listened to the sliding glass door on the deck close and watched Mr. Bryne walk deeper into the dark house.
CHAPTER4
MIA
Iyawned and turned onto my side. The sunlight flooded in through the window. I blinked my eyes open, smelling the bitter scent of coffee drifting into the room. Melissa and Serena were gone, the bedroom door ajar. I pushed the blankets off of me and padded out into the hallway, following the sweet scent of breakfast.
“It’s about time,” Melissa said from the kitchen table.
She and Serena were chatting over a box of doughnuts. Mr. Bryne was leaning against the counter with a coffee mug in his hand and a pair of tight gray sweatpants around his hips.
He glanced over at me, smirking. I gulped and avoided eye contact with him, my heart racing in my chest. Something about that damn stare of his made me think that he really had watched me from the deck last night and that heenjoyedit.
I hurried around the granite kitchen table and sat in a chair, snatching a doughnut. I yawned again, tiredness washing over me. “What time is it?”
“Almost eleven.” Melissa broke a jelly doughnut over a napkin and stuffed it into her mouth. “You were up late.”
