“You sure?”
“On one condition.”
His brow lifts.
“Tell me the cameras are off.”
With a low laugh, his eyes drift to the corner of the room, and he nods.“Promise.”
“Well, all right, then.”I twist around and face the mirrors, pressing my back to his front and arching my spine.It’s subtle.Barely a brush of my bum against the zipper of his jeans, but it’s enough.His abs tighten as he wraps his arm around me, caging me against him.
Letting his pinky tease the waistband of my leggings, he splays his hand along my stomach.If he was any other guy, I’d feel self-conscious, but after the dozens of compliments he’s given me based on my body even before we were dating, I guess I’ve stolen enough confidence to enjoy it.The feel of his hand.The swell of his erection.Yeah, he likes it, too.
Nibbling my bottom lip, I whisper, “Now, where were we?”
“We were discussing whether you’d prefer to be a watcher or a performer,” he breathes against the shell of my ear.
Warmth spreads at the apex of my thighs as I consider it.Someone watching me or me watching someone else as they…you know.I gulp.I don’t know why.But the thought filters through me before I can stop it.“I guess I can see the appeal of each, but I’d probably lean toward being a watcher.”I shift my hips against him, my eyelids fluttering.“I’m not sure I could, you know, get there if I knew someone was watching.What about you?”The heat of his mouth touches the side of my neck, causing another shiver to race down my spine.
“Me?”The word is low and throaty.
I squeeze my thighs together.“Mm-hmm.”
“I could watch you come all day.”
My mouth lifts, but I keep my eyes closed, oh so aware of his hand slowly inching lower with every passing breath.“Pretty sure that’s not how this game goes.”
“My game, my rules.”He nibbles my earlobe.“Besides, I’m not as biased as you might think.”
“Liar.”
“I’m sorry, have you forgotten about your job offer at The Body Shop?”
“Whatever,” I laugh.“Jill was only baiting you to make a move.”
“And I would’ve been a fool not to.”His hand retreats, shifting higher and cupping my ribcage just beneath my boob.“But,” he continues, “I also think you’re drastically unaware of your power, June Withers.”Moving higher, he runs his thumb along my nipple, and I gasp.“Do you know how many men would kill to watch you come?”His palm slides down my waist before moving toward my belly button.“How many men would kill to have their hand where mine is right now?”
I don’t know if it’s the mirrors.I don’t know if it’s his words.I don’t know if it’s the feel of his palm or the hypothetical possibility playing out at the idea of someone watching me right now.Watching us.Heck, I can’t even open my eyes to see it play out.But whatever it is, it’s working.I lean into Ford, letting him take some of my weight.As if knowing it’s permission, he slips his hand into my leggings.
My breath grows short as he slowly dips his hand lower.“Open your eyes, June Bug,” he demands against the shell of my ear.I do as I’m told, only to find his gaze pinned on me through the mirror in front of us.And the others?The others each give a different angle of a sexy man with his hand down the pants of an innocent girl.Slowly, his fingers dip lower, skating across my folds before cupping me fully.
My core clenches on contact.He adds a bit more pressure but doesn’t spread me.Not yet.He knows I take longer to warm up.I shouldn’t be surprised.The man’s a master at knowing what I want before I do.
“Look how sexy she is,” he grinds out.His opposite hand slips further up.He cups my ribcage just beneath my breast.“Look how perfect her tits are.Do you think he’ll touch them?”
God, I hope so.
My eyes threaten to close again, and he squeezes me softly, sliding his hand even higher until my heavy breasts spill out of his palm from over my clothes.“Do you think he’ll fuck her?”Ford continues.His finger finds my folds, and he dips his middle finger into my entrance.It’s barely a knuckle’s worth, but oh, is it enough.I bite my lip to keep from crying out as the reflection of his forearm tightening showcases exactly what’s happening inside my bottoms.“That’s it, June Bug.Watch him fuck her with his fingers.”My core grows hotter as he runs his fingers along my slit, dipping inside again.“I wonder if she’ll let him take off her leggings.I bet she’d look so fucking gorgeous in all these mirrors.”
I grab his wrist, feeling the ropes of muscle under his tan skin flex beneath my touch as he plays with my lady bits.“Tell me she says yes,” he begs.
My head feels like it’s swimming.Like I can’t think straight, let alone form a coherent sentence.It feels too good.The way he knows exactly how to play with me.So much so, I want more.I want it all even if it means proving Ford right.“Yes,” I whisper.
The feel of his palm against my breast disappears as he shoves my leggings to my knees.Then he drops to his own in front of me.“I’m going to eat your pretty pussy, June Bug.And you’re going to watch.”My stomach clenches with anticipation.“Watch how much I want you.How much I enjoy it.How much of a pleasure it is to serve you.”
Serve me?He wants to serve me?Heat blooms across my cheeks as he leans closer, kissing just above my pubic bone before spreading my folds and licking my clit.
Ooookay.Yup.That feels…um.
