A slow, diabolical smirk split across his face.
Instantly, and horrifically, I caught on without him needing to explain anything more. “No.”
He shrugged, using his teeth to rip open the condom. “I didn’t say anything.”
I hated rich people.
Who needed almost a seventygrandtax cut?
What did they even do with money like that?
Buy another summer home?
Order another Italian car like the one currently sitting in his garage—yeah, I’d looked it up—and barely caring about the wear and tear of it in a town with inclement weather?
“You’re responsible for global warming, I hope you know that.”
He ran a hand up my thigh, tracing nonsense patterns into my skin until he reached my waist where he squeezed. “So says the one ready to get fucked.”
“Maybe I’m sleeping with the enemy to dig up dirt. I am a cop, after all. Justice is in my blood.”
“I can’t wait to see exactly what secrets you think I have.”
My breath caught in my throat as he rolled the condom on over himself. He snagged the bottle of lube off of the bed and uncapped it, drizzling a generous amount over his fingers and spreading it between the digits to warm it up. Strangely, I was struck by the thoughtfulness behind the gesture.
If he was an asshole, he could’ve squirted the cold liquid directly on my hole and delighted in watching me squirm.
Instead, he circled a coated thumb around my hole, waiting until I relaxed before slowly breeching past the tight ring.
While I held the backs of my knees to keep my legs pressed against my body, I loosened the grip on my right one, hooking my foot up to press a toe to his cheek. “Tell me how much you like this set.”
I craved his feedback. Him telling me he was admiring me was only a small hit. I needed a full dose.
He turned his head just enough to nip at my ankle. “I want to see the other one.”
I poked him again. “What other one?”
He pulled a gasp out of me the second he stroked over my prostate and pressed down over it. “You know exactly which one I’m talking about, you fucking tease.”
My head swam as my body filled with oxytocin, making it hard to concentrate on anything but that pressure driving me actually crazy.
I couldn’t help but rock into it. Callingmethe tease when he was only a finger deep was the most hypocritical thing I’d ever?—
Silas slipped his thumb out, replacing it with his pointer and middle fingers and jamming them as deep as his knuckles allowed.
“Fuck!”
“That’s what you wanted, right?” A bland tone, achingly uncaring. “Or this.”
A third was added, my hole burning when he knocked against my prostate again. All three of them stroked over it, hitting me with repeated bursts of pleasure that was making me leak more precum. Silias remained unhurried and completely unbothered with the mess he was making of me.
Didn’t he care that edging me was single handedly driving me nuts?
Weren’t doctors supposed to have some kind of bedside manner?
“You fucking asshole,” I babbled. “You’re the fucking tease. You keep stalling and wonder why I’m getting fucking impatient when you’re the one that started all of this.”
“Oh, really.”
