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So if he wants us to bulldoze every rule of common sense and professionalism—the very rules we should be clinging to—then…
I’m all in.
Between the two of us, he’s the less drunk one. He should be the voice of reason tonight.
Not me.
Yet even if I were perfectly sober, I don’t think I’d stop now.
This night can become tomorrow’s problem.
Right now, I want him.
More than I should.
Sliding a hand down my body, the other continues to roam over my breasts, sending every nerve ending awake. When my fingers reach the edge of my panties, I lift my eyes to his and slowly run my tongue across my lower lip.
If you want to play games, Zayn…
Then let’s play.
I part my legs, leaving the lace where it is.
With the same finger I’d had in my mouth moments earlier, I stroke my pussy over the thin fabric. Slowly at first.
It doesn’t take long to realize I’ve already lost too much control to keep pretending otherwise.
Heat pools low in my belly.
I can feel just how wet I am, the delicate lace clinging to me as the faint sound of each movement fills the silent room.
But his restraint is beginning to frustrate me. I wanted him beside me by now—touching me, kissing me.
Closing the distance completely.
So when he throws his head back with a strained groan, I seize the opportunity. In one swift motion, I slide my panties down my legs and flick them at him.
They land on the hand holding his whiskey glass, the damp fabric slipping partly into the amber liquid.
“Oops,” I murmur with a teasing smile as I spread my legs once more.
His attention, briefly caught by the unexpected splash in his drink, snaps straight back to me.
This time, there’s no playing.
My hand slips between my thighs again with purpose.
“Don’t you dare finish,” Zayn says, his tone tight with effort.
Raising the glass to his mouth, he drinks from it without removing my panties.
Oh, God.
Why does that make this even hotter?
It should repulse me. Instead, it sends another rush of heat through my body.
My movements become faster, more desperate, my breathing uneven as each sound I make grows harder to suppress.
