Page 322 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

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.

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.