Page 94 of The Casanova Complex

With a slow, unhurried pace, I drag the panties down my hips and let them fall to my feet, never taking my eyes off Bennett. “Because if you’re not sure, then I can stop.”

He makes a choked noise and shakes his head. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

I smirk as I step out of the lace and bend to pick them up.

“I guess…” Trailing off, I step back between his legs and let the panties dangle on the tip of my finger. “I’ll just have to help, then.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

BENNETT

I can’t tell if I’m asleep and having the best dream of my fucking life or if Merritt is actually wrapping the soft lace of the panties she was just wearing around my wrists, securing them behind my back.

I have to be dreaming because there’s no way that the girl I’ve been losing my mind over is binding me to her desk chair so she can touch me.

There’s no fucking way that those panties that she just MacGyver’d into makeshift handcuffs are so damp that I can feel her arousal coating my skin.

Merritt is wet… for me.

At the prospect of tying me up and having her way with me.

And I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my entire life.

“There,” she says breathlessly, wearing a proud smirk as she pulls back to look at her handiwork. Immediately, I tug at the flimsy restraints, and her smirk widens. “Mmm, don’t do that.”

Fuck. Mother fuck.

I want to shred this fucking lace and scoop her up and toss her onto the bed behind me, then bend her over the side and slide my cock balls-deep into her until she’s clawing at the sheets.

But I don’t. One, because I’m enjoying this little game far too much to put an end to it, and two, I’m supposed to be strong.

Supposed to being the key word here.

Technically, I still am. If I’m not touching her, then there are no rules being broken.

Right?

I made the fucking rules, and I’m saying that it’s not.

My dick is so hard I can feel my heartbeat in the tip, and I have to stop myself from letting out a pained groan when she lifts her leg to slide onto my lap, giving me a perfect view of her pussy.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I’ve never seen anything more magnificent in my life. Her arousal glistens, clinging to her smooth, pale pink lips and the hood of her clit, which is peeking out from between them.

My mouth is watering. I might actually be drooling right now.

Fuck, I just want to lick her pussy. Drag my tongue through her lips when I spread her open wide with my fingers. Lick her until every drop is gone and my chin and lips and face are covered in her.

“One taste, baby. Please, just one taste.” I’m begging, and I genuinely give zero fucks.

I’d do ungodly shit to have the opportunity to make her come on my tongue right now.

Truly horrendous, disgusting, unfathomable things.

With my wrists restrained, there’s nothing I can do but sit here at this beautiful, stunning girl’s mercy, and that smug little smirk on her face shows me that she’s enjoying this too much to give me an inch.

Shit. I might be in love.