“Tell me where you went today.”
I groaned, frustrated. “You’re holding my orgasm against me?”
Dick.
His thumb dug into where my pulse fluttered, a tightening sensation blooming in my throat. “That’s right, Grace. And I know how badly you want it.” He cupped my pussy, pulling up.
Holy shit.
“Tell me,” he demanded. His voice was all gravelly and deep anddelicioussounding.
I hate him.
“Let me come,” I shot back.
“Tell me,”he repeated, gritting out the words.
My clit throbbed, begging for me to give him what he wanted so I could have what I’d been craving all day.
She was a needy bitch, that clit of mine.
With a shock to my whole goddamn world, he pulled his hand back between my legs andslapped.
My knees shook as my gasp ripped through the room.
“F-fuck,” I barely managed to get out. Every nerve in my body was lit up like a firework, and I wanted him todo it again.
If it weren’t for his body behind mine, I’d be a puddle on the floor. Could one drown in their own release?
Why did I want to find out?
New kink alert.
“If I keep my mouth shut, will you do that again?” Now Ireallysounded like a slut.
Did I mind? No.
Call it self-awareness.
“Tell me, and I’ll do whatever you want.”
Who was needy now?
My teeth dug into the inside of my cheek as I tried not to focus on how much I liked being pressed against him. Some people could be awkward to touch, but Henley wascomfy.
He pinched my clit, another reprimand for my avoidance of his question. I whimpered.
Forget comfy—the man was delectable, and thenaughty things he was comfortable doing to me had me growing an addiction I had to shut down fast.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Maybe if I didn’t look at him, it would hurt less to admit it. “Club Fourteen.”
I could almost smell the confusion wafting off him. “What the fuck is Club Fourteen?”
“Th-the place I got this job.”
The silence in the room was truly deafening.
“Why.” It wasn’t a question—it was a demand.
