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“Eat me,” he offers back.
Libby stops, twisting around to glare at me.
“Are you serious with this? Your brother is injured. Can you leave him alone?”
“Not really injured,” I grumble as she turns back around. I guess she means it.
“Okay, that really won’t hurt. At least, I don’t think it will hurt. I’m just going to work around it until the muscles stop spasming, okay?”
“You can do whatever you want, Libby,” Cass smiles. “I can take it.”
I can practically feel them grinning at each other, and I am tempted to open my laptop back up again. But she told me not to, and though I am pretty sure she was playing just now I don’t actually want to tick her off.
Her fingers are lovely to watch. Long and thin, nimble and graceful. She plays the back of his leg like a piano, gently kneading his muscle until he begins to relax. He even offers a few sighs to encourage her.
Maybe I should take up running.
“See? That’s good, right?” she coos softly.
“Yeah, that’s perfect,” he smiles back.
Well, I was here first. That’s my thought. He went out for a run. But I was definitely here first.
The back of her dress is a crisscross of thin straps, with a bow in the middle. As she works the muscle in his leg I reach out and tug on the dangling end of the bow until it loosens and unties.
“I feel you back there, Will,” she giggles. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, whatever I want,” I answer.
Cass catches my eye, but I answer him with a challenging squint. If he feels like taking this away from me, he’s going to have to stand up to do it, and I think there’s a good chance he actually did have a leg cramp.
Points: me.
“I’m trying to work here,” she chides me softly.
The tie falls away easily, loosening the back of her dress so that I can slip the straps off her shoulders.
“I am too.”
When I kiss the back of her neck, she shivers in response. I feel the hairs raise on her arms and I run the palms of my hands along her shoulders.
“You’re salty,” I whisper against the back of her ear.
“You are making it very difficult to concentrate,” she whispers back.
“That’s exactly what I am trying to do.”
One by one, I bite a light row of nibbles from her ear to the crest of her shoulder. It’s hard enough that I can see the mark, but not too hard. I like that ridge in her skin, the orderly tattoo, however temporary.
Sliding my hands into the back of her dress, I reach around to cup the weight of her breasts against my palms. Her nipples are already erect and taut, the pink circles puckering beneath my touch.
“Hey, my leg is still tight,” Cass complains, but I hear her sighing under my touch.
She’s mine again. He’s going to have to wait.
The dress slides up over her hips, and the lilac panties slide down. Her hips fit in my hands as I lift her up, dragging her back toward me. With just a few moves I am behind her, throbbing and ready, lined up with her wet, slippery snatch.
Cass stares me down, his expression changing from playful annoyance to desire and curiosity. I want him to watch
