And against my better judgement, I bring out my toy, much to his amusement.
“A dolphin, huh?” Those eyes shine with mischief.
This is the same toy I usedthinkingof him.Oh, God. My face turns so red, I’m sure I look like a traffic light.This is so bad.
“Now, what?”
“Now,” he says, leaning back, legs spread. His cock is already thick and full through his shorts and I lick my lips. “You’re going to play with yourself and I’m going to watch. Just how you like it.”
My lungs forget how to function and I stare down at the dolphin in my grasp.
“I don’t?—”
“Don’t lie,” he cuts off, voice hard and unyielding. “We both know you do.”
Licking my lips, I exhale, palms sweaty. This is insane. Completely fucked up—absolute madness.
Then why does it turn me on more?
“You won’t touch me.”
He holds his fingers into the air as if he’s a Boy Scout. “On my honor.”
Silently, I nod just once. Just one moment of giving into the depravity. Let that darkness out and feed it. Just once. “Fine. What should I do?”
He grins.
19
COLLINS
“Lay back,” he urges. “Against the pillows.”
Inhaling, I hesitate. Just briefly. Enough that my lizard brain is pushed aside long enough for my logic to intrude.
This is Hayes. My sister’s best friend. Do I really want to do this? Cross this boundary.
My pussy saysyes.
“Nervous?” he teases and I glare at him. It seems to be the right response because he laughs and I lean back.
“No touching,” I repeat. “Completely separate.”
He palms his cock, and I suddenly wish I was his hand. “Think of it like another dance. Private. For my eyes only. Just my words and your dripping pussy.”
Swallowing, I screw my eyes shut. “Why? I can handle my needs on my own.” I can’t—not really. I tend to get super anxious when I go too long or impulsive.
“Because you’re my fiancée,” he murmurs, words caressing my skin like a lover’s touch. Leaning back, my knees part and I exhale. “And she’s very greedy. If I don’t take care of her, she’ll try to fuck some poor asshat. And then, I’ll have to kill him.And frankly, I’m too fucking tired for a clean-up. This is much better.”
My body tightens.He’d kill for me?
“Open those eyes for me, baby.” My eyes flutter and look over at him and his twisting grip. I moan despite myself. “Remove your dress. Slowly.”
A dance. A private dance. That’s all this is.
Except the hunger in his eyes burns into my body, boiling my blood and turning my insides to mush. Everything is on edge as if I’ve been struck by lightning and my shaking fingers tremble, reaching for my sleeves.
Kneeling, I let one fall slowly, fingers darting over my collarbone to the next shoulder. This one I drag down, almost timidly, looking up under thick eyelashes at my admirer.
