I snuck a glance at Mr. Bryne, who was licking cream from his Boston cream doughnut off his lips.
He raised a brow at me. “I heard you out by the pool, Mia. What were you up to?”
I narrowed my eyes at him for a moment, watching his brow arch ever so slightly. If he’d heard me, then he knew what had happened. I squeezed my legs together, feeling heat pool between them.
“Were you texting Mason?” Serena asked, gazing down at her phone, then staring up at me and waiting for my answer.
“Um … yeah.” I bit into my doughnut. “He wanted to talk last night.”
“Did you two get into a fight?” Mr. Bryne asked, taking another sip of his coffee. “You were being awfully loud.”
My heart raced.Is Mr. Bryne flirting with me … right in front of his daughter?
I tightened at the thought. The nerve this man had excited me more than it should have. He didn’t care who saw or who heard.
“I … we …” I didn’t know how to respond with Melissa and Serena sitting right at the table with me. And, hell, I didn’t know what kind of response he expected from me.Does he want me to flirt back?
I glanced at Serena and Melissa, who were both too occupied with their phones, especially Melissa. “Yes, we did.” Lie. I sat up in my seat, pressed my breasts against the table, and looked over at him. “Was I too loud for you, Mr. Bryne?”
He smirked, his eyes growing wide and playful again. For a moment, his gaze dropped to my nipples taut against the table, and then he looked back up at me. “No,” he said, dropping his hand so his coffee mug covered the bulge forming in his sweatpants. “I wanted you to be louder.”
My pussy tensed, and I glanced at Serena and Melissa, who seemed to be in their own little worlds. My cheeks flushed, my nipples aching. God, he really was flirting with me.
I leaned back in my seat, the pressure rising in my pussy. Like last night, I had the urge to rub one out … but I couldn’t do it now. Not here. Not when Melissa and Serena were sitting at the table with me.
All I wanted was for him to move that coffee mug, so I could see what I had been aching to see for a long time now. I furrowed my brows, watching him smirk at me and bring the coffee mug to his lips to sip.
I clenched even harder, my pussy pulsing. God, it was so fucking big. I wanted it inside of me, ramming into my tight little hole. Filling me all the way up. Stuffing me full. Making me come over and over again.
Control, Mia. Control yourself.
Melissa placed her phone facedown on the table and stuffed another piece of her doughnut into her mouth. “What do you guys want to do today?”
Your father.
She finished chewing. “I scheduled a matching mani-pedi for twelve, then the pool?”
Serena agreed, and I nodded along with her. Hell, I didn’t care what we did as long as we came back here. I wanted Mr. Bryne, and I wanted him bad. I hadn’t wanted anyone like I wanted him in a long time … like since Mason and I had started dating.
Melissa hopped up from her seat. “I’m going to take a shower.” She finished her coffee and put her mug into the dishwasher.
Serena sighed and stood, holding her phone to her ear. “Damien, what do you want? I said it was a girls’ weekend.” She walked right out of the room and left me to stew in front of Mr. Bryne.
After a couple moments, he placed his mug down on the counter and walked over to me. Every step he took, I moved my knees closer and closer together. His gray eyes were locked on to mine, his lips pulled into a smirk.
My pussy was tightening when he reached me, my nipples tight against my top.
“Can I help you?” I asked, staring at my bare thighs.
He reached for my chin. “Look at me when you talk,” he said.
I stared up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. With one hand gripping onto my chin, he reached his other hand lower, drawing his fingers up the inside of my thigh.
Almost instinctively, I parted my legs for him. I curled my feet around the legs of the chair and hoped that he would feel how wet I was for him. It was beyond wrong. I knew that, but I did it anyway.
Inch by inch, his fingers moved higher up my thigh, and then they hovered right over my wetness. I gulped, my pussy aching. I parted my lips and tried to get out the wordplease, but nothing would come out. I could feel the heat radiating from his fingers.
Please. Please. Please.It was one simple word.
