She doesn’t stop me.
Her breath catches, sharp, shaky, like she’s been holding it since the moment Darren walked away.
I find the edge of her panties and slide them aside, baring her heat to the cool air and the weight of my touch.
“Grant—”
“Shh.” My fingertips brush the edge of her wetness, slick and warm. “Don’t lie to me. Not when your body’s already told the truth.”
She shifts, barely, but it’s enough. Enough for me to slide two fingers between her folds and feel how ready she is. How far gone we both are.
My eyes lock on hers. “You still want to pretend this is one-sided?”
Her lips part. No words. Just her pulse pounding against my wrist, her thighs trembling under the table, and the quiet, desperate truth of her not pushing me away.
“I never said it was one-sided—” Her voice breaks, a gasp strangled in her throat. “Shit. Grant.”
“I have no right to you, Eslin,” I say, my fingers moving between soft, slow circles over her clit and then slidingdeep inside her, knuckle-deep. “I know that. I know I shouldn’t ask. But I’m going to ask anyway. Demand it.”
Her hips jerk against my hand. The bass of Usher’sGood Kisservibrates through the floor, and I match its rhythm—stroking her, teasing her, claiming her with every thrust of my fingers.
“Ask me,” she pants. “Fucking say it.”
“He doesn’t touch you like this,” I growl. “He doesn’t make you sound like this.”
“Are you insane?”
I push my fingers deeper. “Very. Now promise me—”
Her breath catches on a moan, her head bowing, hands gripping the edge of the table like it’s the only thing keeping her from screaming.
“I’m coming—”
“He can’t give you this, Eslin.” I drive deeper, adding pressure, another finger. “Say it. Promise me.”
“Shit!”
Three fingers now.
“Shit!”
“Wrong answer.”
Across the room, I see Darren walking back toward us, two drinks in hand and none the wiser.
“Grant, he’s—” Her voice is frantic, flushed with panic…and pleasure.
“Promise me.”
“You’re fucking crazy!”
“And my fingersare still inside you. Do you want him to hear you moaning my name while you come?”
She clamps her lips shut, eyes wide—then she shatters around my fingers.
“Fucking hell—I promise! I promise!”
“Promise what?” I murmur, not letting up.
