I gasped, but my insides rebelled.
The thought of him touching me like that… it quickened my breath.
“Or are you scared I’ll prove you’re a liar?”
It hung there.
Heavy.
The insinuation that I was just like her.
My arms dropped to my sides.
I moved around the desk.
I wasn’t fucking lying.
Chapter 7
Silas
Everly was caught out—and still pretending. She must’ve thought I was born yesterday.
Virgin? Please.
It was a stupid fucking lie. And yet… she moved closer. That defiant little mouth of hers stayed shut, but her steps were steady. Bold even.
Almost like she had something to prove.
The agreement was more than fair. Generous, even.
So why the theatrics?
Unless… she wasn’t lying.
And if she wasn’t—fuck.
I swivelled my chair around slowly.
“Slide those down,” I said, pointing to her sweatpants. “Then sit on my lap.”
She’d turn and run.
Any sane girl would.
But she didn’t.
The black material slid over her thighs and dropped to the floor. She stood there—bare-legged, wearing pale pink cotton knickers. Simple and innocent.
I reached for her waist and pulled her forward, guiding her down onto my thigh. She swayed, but I held her steady.
Right where I wanted her.
I cupped her heat, tracing a finger along the warm cotton. She sucked in a sharp breath, but I didn’t stop. I dragged my finger slowly around the edge of her underwear.
Then I paused.
She was wet.
