Page 82 of Specter Bred

“Sit.”

My ass hit the edge of the bed before she’d even finished the word.

"Yes, ma'am," I repeated.

Maeve laughed softly. “Jesus, Hayes.”

“What? I’m trainable.”

“Oh, I’m starting to realize that.”

Then she straddled my lap, and every smart-ass response waiting on my tongue promptly died as she leaned closer. Her lips grazed the shell of my ear, her breath warm against my skin.

“Good, Boy Scout,” she whispered.

Well.

Apparently, I had a new favorite sentence.

Her hands moved over my chest, palms sweeping across muscle and through soft chest hair before her fingertips followed, tracing everything like she had all the time in the world to explore me. I sure as hell wasn’t going to rush her.

I barely trusted myself to breathe as her touch drifted lower, over my stomach and down the hard ridges of my abs.

Then lower still.

Her fingers wrapped around my shaft.

“Fuck, Maeve.” My head tipped back as a groan tore out of me.

She started slowly, almost experimentally, gliding her hand along my length before tightening her grip on the next stroke. Then again and again, as each pass became firmer and more deliberate, until I had to grip the edge of the bed just to keep from loosing control.

This was bad.

Not bad bad. This was fucking fantastic.

But I was already hanging onto my self-control by a thread, and Maeve seemed determined to find that thread and yank until the whole damn thing unraveled. Or better yet, I spilled like a teenage boy in her hand.

I looked at her, which turned out to be a catastrophic mistake.

She was watching what she was doing with a concentration that nearly finished me on the spot.

Jesus Christ.

I was beginning to suspect Maeve Archer didn’t even have to touch me to make me come. She could probably just stare at my cock hard enough and my body would surrender.

As if she’d somehow heard that humiliating thought, her gaze lifted to mine.

The corner of her mouth curled.

Oh, fuck.

She leaned closer without slowing her hand, her lips brushing my jaw before traveling toward my ear. Her teeth caught my earlobe in a quick, sharp nip that sent a shudder straight through me.

“You better not come before I do,” she whispered.

I swallowed hard. “That seems like a pretty ambitious goal considering what you’re currently doing.”

Her grip tightened.