Page 99 of Drowning in Darkness

She hisses as she pushes her hand down her panties, saving or punishing me from a full view. Probably both.

She wriggles and shifts her legs wider. She’s never going to give herself what she needs like this.

Fuck.

Fuck my life.

Fuck Christopher.

Fuck the FBI.

And fuck whoever thought it was a good idea for me to meet her.

I could have happily spent the rest of my time blowing up every asshole associated with the organization I’ve been forced to lead. But no, the universe didn’t feel that was adequate penance for my crimes. Instead, it gave me Stephanie freaking King, and who am I to continue to deny the higher powers?

I stay seated and pull my chair closer, then grab her knees and yank her ass to the end of the table.

She sucks in a breath and snaps her head up to meet my gaze.

“You say stop, anytime, and it stops. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing,” I tell her.

She blinks, bites her bottom lip, and nods.

“No, sweetheart, I need your words.”

“I say stop, and you’ll stop.”

“When?”

“Any time.”

“Good girl. Now put your fingers in your mouth.”

She doesn’t hesitate. She removes her hand from her panties and does as she’s told. She moans, and my cock swells against the confines of my jeans.

“How do you taste?”

“Needy, unsatisfied.”

“What do you want?”

“You.”

I trace my finger along the silk of her panties, teasing the swollen lips and clit I can see outlined. “Try again.”

She huffs. “I want you to touch me and make me come.”

“How?”

“However you want.”

My lips curl. She needs to learn the art of knowing what she wants, because left to my own devices, I will deliver it with a little sensual cruelty.

I kiss her inner thigh, and her nipples pebble. “You seem awfully sensitive. Are you still thinking about the guy in town?”

“Who?”

Good answer. I know she was taunting me. I’m not stupid, but sometimes even when you know your buttons are being pushed through manipulation, you can’t help the emotional response. Mine is clear as day. I am one hundred percent jealous of any man who has her attention.