Page 158 of Disgrace

No panties.

This was planned.

She had a goal.

She was going to get it.

John made a noise under his breath, and then said, “What are you doing?”

Siena gave him a wink over her shoulder as she moved toward the bed. “What do you think?”

“You seriously want to fuck right now? We’re having a discussion.”

“No, you’re having a discussion with yourself. I told you what I told you, John.”

She bent over the bed to reach for one of the pillows, and pulled it toward her chest. Her scar had healed, but it could still be a little tender. Having something soft to rest on would help that little issue.

“Jesus Christ,” John said low and husky.

Siena looked back at him.

She knew exactly what he was seeing—her bent over, and her bare ass high in the air. Given her legs were a little spread, he could probably see a peek of her pussy, too.

John’s gaze lingered on her backside.

Siena smiled.

Good.

“Killing me here,” he rumbled, moving closer with every word. “I know what you’re doing, Siena.”

Dark.

Rich.

Sinful.

His tone promised sex.

Siena’s body hummed in anticipation. “Do you?”

She jumped—heating shooting through her body—when John’s warm, rough palm slid from her ass to the top of her spine. His other hand landed a soft slap to her backside. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to sting.

It made her sigh.

“I am fine,” she said, looking back at him.

John’s hazel gaze found hers. “So you say.”

“I am.”

“Mmm.”

He just needed a little more pressure applied, apparently.

Siena could do that.

She pushed her ass back into his groin before he could think to stop her. At the same time, she slid her hand between her thighs, and let the tips of her fingers run through her sex. Dampness met her fingertips, and she used that wetness to help her fingers slide in fast circles around her clit.