Page 159 of Disgrace

Jesus.

Already, her body was revving to go. Already, she was wet between her thighs. It had been too long for this, and she was not waiting one more fucking second.

“Siena,” John murmured.

She kept playing, knowing damn well he could hear the sound of her fingers sliding through her arousal. “You should help me out here.”

How was she already breathless?

How?

“Well,” John drawled in that rumbly way of his, “I think you should get yourself off first, and then we’ll talk about what comes after that.”

Siena’s eyes widened, and she found him grinning behind her. He lifted a single brow as if to ask her to challenge him while he shrugged off his suit jacket, and began unbuttoning his dress shirt.

Her fingers stopped working between her thighs. He didn’t miss it.

“Don’t stop now, Siena, you started this little game.”

“But … but I want you to—”

“I know what you want, and you can wait.”

Fuck.

She as not a dumb woman.

She could see how this turned around on her.

His palm came down on her ass harder than the first time. The harsh, yet still lovely, sting sent her flying up to her tiptoes with a gasp.

“Play,” John ordered. “And don’t be fucking cute about it, either, or you’ll wait longer, babe.”

“Fuck you,” she whispered through a laugh.

John flashed her a grin with teeth. “And we will be talking about the other shit you brought up after.”

“Whatever,” she said, working her fingers faster against her clit with every passing second. “I got what I wanted.”

“Or you will soon,” he countered.

“You know it, John.”

“Widen those beautiful legs of yours. Show me that pussy—I want to see your fingers nice and wet. It’s all mine, so let me see it.”

Damn.

His filthy words flamed her desire higher.

Siena did what she was told, and made sure to let him see two of her fingers press deep into her sex before she dragged them back up to her clit. “You like that?”

“Just worry about you, babe.”

Because yes, he did like it.

Siena heard the fabric of his shirt ruffle as he yanked it off, and then tossed it aside. She looked back at him again at the rustle of a buckle just in time to see him shove his pants down over his hips, and free his already hard cock from the confines of his boxer-briefs.

Not once did John’s eyes drift away from where her fingers worked between her thighs. She saw lust glint there—a pure, carnal love at what he was seeing. That only made her hotter, and already, she felt like she was going to combust.