I don’t dare think of it, even now that I can feel how hard he is for me. Theo wants me. He wants this, too.
“That’s okay,” he murmurs. “I like you like this, shaking on top of me. You’ll come all over my fingers, won’t you? That’s what I want, Evie. I need it.”
Each of his words grows higher, and by the end, he’s whimpering—all for me.
I can’t think straight.
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll let you come. You’ve been so good for me.” He thrusts his fingers deeper. “You work so hard, and you deserve to relax. That’s all I’m doing. I’m helping you relax, right?’
“Yes.” I pull back to look him in the eye, my forehead pressed against his. “That’s all.”
His lips press to mine, soft and sweet. “You’re so beautiful. So tight around my fingers.”
I moan and grind against him, wordlessly chasing my release.
“That’s right. You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel your pussy clenching for me.” He grunts. “You wish you were taking my cock, don’t you? Wish I could come in you? Make you feel how much I need you? Make you mine?”
My response is a wordless, garbled mess of moans.
“Your words, Evie.” He holds my face, squeezing my cheeks in his strong, calloused fingers. “Use your words. Tell me you want it.”
“Yes. Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
The honorific comes without a second thought. It makes sense. Darkness flashes in his eyes, and I know it was the right thing to say.
“That’s my good girl.” He rubs his thumb harder against my clit, his fingers curling. “Come for me right now. Let go. I know you’re close. Soak my fingers, baby girl.”
I’m seconds from losing it. Theo doesn’t even have to tell me to finish, but his voice pushes me to the edge. My body shakes and goes limp. Pleasure bursts and unfurls, blossoming in the pit of my stomach. I collapse against him, whining and whimpering as his lips search for mine.
His free hand rubs my back as if he’s comforting me. He kisses me hard, swallowing each breathy moan.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispers.
My mind is too foggy to worry about what we should and should not be doing. Iwanthim. “You should. I need it. Need you. Need more.”
My hands move to his waistband, but he shakes his head, pushing them away. “No more, Evie. Not tonight. This was for you.”
“But—”
He’s still hard beneath me. Most men wouldn’t deny what comes next, but he does.
My heart races. I breathe slowly, trying to collect my thoughts. I need to understand where he is and what he’s thinking, but Theo will never cease to confuse me.
“Okay,” I murmur. “If that’s what you want.”
“It is.” He smiles softly, brushing my hair over my shoulder. “Do you want to stay on my lap until the movie ends? Would that make you feel better?”
“I…” I laugh softly. “Maybe.”
But I don’t know if it will. How can I ever feel better, knowing what he feels like, sounds like… and how his massive bulge feels pressed right between my legs?
The worst part is knowing he’ll never give himself up to me. Even now, when he turns me around and lets me rest on his lap, with me still wet between my thighs, there’s a wall between us.
