“I don’t know, but it feels different.”
She rolls her eyes, picks up my hand, and places it on her breast.
Our eyes meet, and I say, “Wow, this is really sexy.”
She chuckles and says, “Give me a squeeze.”
“Scottie.”
“I’m serious, Wilder. Feel me.”
I’m tempted. I’m so fucking tempted, but also, I know one squeeze won’t be enough. “Scottie.” I swallow. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“I’m making you touch my breast. Do you think I’m uncomfortable?” she shifts on my lap. “Just feel me, Wilder.”
The way she says it, with a pleading tone, it almost breaks me.
Almost…
“Babe, I’m not going to?—”
“Time’s up,” Sanders says. “Move on to the next chair.”
I drop my hand from her breast, and we stare at each other for a few seconds, disappointment washing through her eyes right before she stands. This time, she straightens out herclothes and then turns away from me, not taking my hand in hers as we move to the next chair.
Fuck.
It’s immediate.
I can feel the cold coming from her. The distance she’s putting between us.
Her body language changed.
Her demeanor is no longer easygoing.
And I wonder if denying her what she wanted was something her ex used to do?
But did she seriously want me to feel her up right here?
I was trying to be respectful.
Waging a war of uncertainty in my head, I take a seat on the chair, and she drops down on my lap as Sanders calls out, “Now remember, we need to be doing this correctly. Read the cards, and perform the tasks to the best of your ability. This is a learning exercise. If we don’t follow through, we will do it again.”
“Did you hear that, Wilder?” she whispers. “Perform your task to the best of your ability.”
“I heard him,” I say as I take the card off the side of the chair and read it out loud. “Kiss your partner, no tongue allowed.” My eyes immediately shoot up to Scottie.
Kiss?
We have to kiss each other?
Well…fuck.
And here I thought this was going to be an easy activity with just questions. It started off so innocent but turned to fondling and now this?
“Um, are you okay with me kissing you?” I ask her.
“Doesn’t look like we have a choice. Question is are you okay with it? You couldn’t even touch me at the last chair.”
