He pulls his hand free for a moment and I’m on the verge of babbling and begging him not to stop, but he shocks me to my bones as he sucks on both of his fingers, his eyes rolling back. “I could drown in you.”
This is so filthy and every part of me is on fire as I watch him. The things I want to do with him—want him to do to me—are the sort of salacious acts I’ve never even dreamed of acknowledging. Before now.
His hand is back again, pulling my panties to the side, because he can’t seem to be bothered with my waistband. This time he moves with relentless confidence and ruts against my hip.
His fingers find my clitoris again and the pressure is—
Oh.Oh.
“Just like that,” I tell him.
And he follows instruction flawlessly. Which is honestly shocking, considering what a brat he can be.
The warmth in my belly tightens into a scalding heat, and this feeling—it’s nothing I’ve shared with anyone else before. No one has ever seen me this undone and vulnerable.
I’m rocking into his hand now, chasing a spark as he grinds into my hip.
“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear through a thick moan. “My sweet girl. That’s it, Clo. Let go.”
His praise and permission are what send me over the edge. My muscles tighten and seize. I’m panting and his fingers continue to stroke me in lazy circles as I ride out the contented high. I’m hardly even aware of the way his hips convulse against me.
My eyes open, burning against the light, and I expect to see him wiping his hand on my skirt, but he brings his fingers back to his mouth. His throat vibrates with a satisfied hum like he’s just treated himself to a taste of honey.
“I—that was—” His lips brush mine and there’s a faint earthy taste to him.
“May I please walk you home now?” he asks with his face burrowed into my neck.
I nod and watch as he gently pulls my bra up, putting me back together again. “But what about you?”
“There’s nothing to take care of,” he says. “That was the single most erotic thing I’ve ever seen and I humped your leg like a fucking dog.” He laughs to himself and kisses my forehead. “God, I should be embarrassed. But I’m not. That’s what you do to me. That’s how badly I’ve wanted you.”
I roll over onto my side so that we’re facing each other and he gathers me in a tight embrace.
“Do you know what time it is?” I ask.
He takes his phone out of his back pocket. “Twenty past one.”
“I think I just got paid overtime for coming.”
“Coming on the clock is a very good use of library payroll if you ask me.”
CHAPTER 27
Bennett
Once I touch her, I can’t stop. I walk her home and make her come on my fingers like it’s my life’s purpose. That night she uses my chest as her pillow and the next morning I wake up to her hand sliding down the front of my boxers. She says it’s something she’s never done before. I give her the slightest direction with my fist around hers and suffice to say, Clover is a quick learner.
When we get out of bed, Clover stands in front of her drawer of underthings, and I hover over her and peek at the collection I’ve been dying to see.
“Can I pick?” I ask her.
She glances back to me and rolls her eyes, but her cheeks blush as she obliges.
This quickly becomes my favorite part of every day. As a patron of the arts, I decide it’s my duty to add to her collection and find myself checking the tags to find her sizes when she’s in the shower.
On Halloween, there is a Married Mixer party as well as trick-or-treating in Haystack Hall. With Clover’s workload, I am given the task of sourcing our costumes, which is probably a mistake because I dress us as Marv and Harry, the Wet Bandits fromHome Alone.
“Do you think we can fool around later while you’re still wearing the bald cap?” I ask her.
