Page 34 of Trapped Truth

“There isn’t a doubt in my mind.”

“The company is airtight. It has to be.”

“Don’t be naïve like the rest of the team—you’re smarter than that.”

When Blaine eases a hand underneath my panties to skirt over my pubic bone, I can’t suppress my low gasp. He pauses only briefly then continues his exploration, dipping ever closer to where my clit is pulsing in time to his movements.

He’s so close to actually touching me, I can’t bear the torture. One shift is all it would take for him to slide those fingers into my cunt and finally give me the relief I’ve been longing for since he first kissed me.

“Blaine…”

“Easy, sweetheart. You’re tensing up.”

“Then stop messing with me, and make a fucking move. I’m tired of playing this game.”

“What game would that be?” He skims over my throbbing bud.

My hips rise, urging him for more. “Pretending like we aren’t inevitable.”

Pressure bears down on my bundle of nerves, sparking a jolt of ecstasy that races through the sensitive flesh. I buck upward into his hand again. More… I need to feel all of him. Every last scrap of his existence. I’ll tear chunks off him to steal away and keep if that’s all I’ll ever get.

“You’re so receptive.” Blaine’s awe emanates from deep in his throat. “I can feel your little cunt getting wet.”

The force circling my singing clit lowers, easily spreading my pussy lips apart with two well-placed fingers. He locates my slit then circles it, proudly swirling the moisture around.

I shouldn’t be so wound up from a mere tease, but Blaine knows all the right cords to hit. After all this time, my patience is frayed down to the barest bones when it comes to him.

“Dripping for me already, hmm?”

“What did you expect to happen when you tease me so relentlessly?” I moan loudly.

“Me? Tease? I think it’s the other way around. I’ve watched you from afar since the moment we met without acting on my impulses.”

“You’ve been torturing me for weeks now! That’s hardly checking your impulses.”

“I haven’t stolen you away from those men and thrown you against a wall to fuck you into a senseless heap, have I?”

Just the image alone has me clenching tight. He must sense it.

“Though perhaps that’s what this wet pussy really wants.”

Without a clear view of him, I’m reliant on invisible touch alone. His fingers are deft and precise, working me into a panting wreck then finally offering respite by driving inside my pussy in one determined plunge.

“Oh, fuck! Blaine!”

“Hush now. I don’t want to wake anyone up.”

Another digit stretches me open in rapid succession, his hand pulsing, moving from a slow taunt to near-aggressive pumping in and out. This calculating devil is determined to split my self-control apart.

Still curled on my side, I fist the bedsheets in an attempt to stay quiet. Heat crowds my back where he’s snuggled in close to reach between my legs. As I grind backwards onto him, I can feel every inch of promising steel standing to attention in his boxers.

“More,” I demand breathily.

“I warned you what would happen if we crossed the line, Ember. I’m a patient man. If you want to do this, I need to know you’re ready.”

“For what?”

“To submit. Fully. Wholly.”