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My mind was a chaotic mess. I couldn’t answer—not when his fingers continued those maddening patterns so close to my clit. I kept trying to move, to adjust, but he kept the slow torture going, turning me into a quivering ball of need.
“Yes. Feels fucking amazing, Simon. Your fingers. Your body. Your smell. Love it all,” I purred, grinding myself against his palm. His deep, sex-laced voice was my undoing, as was each groan and huff as he took my body higher. I could feel my orgasm building to something more powerful than I’d ever felt. I trusted him to get me there because this man knew my flaws like he knew my body, giving me exactly what I craved.
“I need—”
“I know what you need, honey,” he said, leaning closer to drag his tongue along the column of my neck. “Time to come for me.”
He plunged two fingers inside my pussy, and I threw my head back, knocking another book from the shelf, but I was beyond caring. Not when he was using his palm to grind against my clit, and his other hand reached into the front of my dress to pinch my nipple. I cried with the overstimulation, bucking my hips into his hands as he worked his fingers faster. My thighs longed to wrap around his waist and feel his cock, but I was fully prepared to ride his hand into oblivion if that was all he was willing to give.
“Fuck. So wet, honey.”
“Simon, please,” I breathed, clenching my hands. I had to touch him. I needed to touch him, to drag my hands through his hair and over his arms. To trace the planes of his face and feel his body pressed to mine. “Let me touch you.”
He leaned forward, licking a line from my neck to my lips before claiming my mouth in another desperate kiss. He broke away and brought his mouth to my ear, his tongue darting out to lick the lobe. “Touch me, Addison.” Then he thrust another finger into my pussy as tiny lights danced in front of my eyes and a familiar tingling started in my toes.
I dropped my hands and fisted his hair, pulling on the strands and feeling the vibrations as he nipped my earlobes. The noises that came out of my mouth were loud and needy as his fingers pumped in and out.
“Even your thighs are slippery. Is this all for me?” He circled my clit with his thumb, and the wet sounds his fingers made as he drove my body higher were positively sinful.
“Yes—yes, Simon. All for you.”
The book spines pressed into my back, and Simon dug his other hand into my hip, and adjusted himself so I could feel his hard cock against my thigh. “Good, because do you feel what you do to me?” He shamelessly used my body to chase his release, giving himself the friction he craved. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my fucking head. I think of you and stroke myself twice a day,” he said as his fingers worked faster and his thumb swirled over my clit.
His other hand left my hip, and he squeezed his cock before furiously working the button and zipper of his slacks. “I imagine you bouncing on my cock, sucking me off, your sweet ass in the air as I pound you from behind. I’ve been nothing but a walking hard-on since that fucking party.”
“Mmgh—” I mumbled, staring into his eyes as he whispered dirty words and fingered me to orgasm. “That’s it. Keep those eyes on me,” he begged.
I was past the point of no return, and when I felt steel wrapped in velvet pressed against my leg, I detonated, clenching around his fingers and throwing my head back, my mouth open in a silent scream. He kept up the vigorous ministrations, and I rode out my release against his hand until I felt his entire body stiffen.
My hand left his hair and traveled down his body until I found his cock throbbing and ready for release. I wrapped my fist around it and squeezed. He buried his face in my neck with a groan and bit down hard, bucking against me and painting my thigh with his release. His cock pulsed as he came, his breathing ragged against my neck. I lowered my other hand and wrapped it around his neck, hooking one leg over his waist.
“Addison,” he rasped as he traced his fingers up and down my side.
His voice was raw and scratchy, but the way he said my name, just my name, conveyed such emotion I gripped him tighter and laid my head against his. He snaked his arms around my waist and dragged me closer, pressing every part of our bodies together.
Damn, if it didn’t feel good to be needed like this.
I sighed and let him envelop me, imagining how it would feel to spend the night in his arms. I shook my head at this ridiculous thought. Normally, I’d push myself away and make a flimsy excuse as to why I had to leave, but with Simon, the words didn’t come. I wasn’t searching for the nearest escape route. I was cocooned in his arms, his warmth, and I didn’t want to move.
“Addison,” he breathed again, nuzzling against my neck. “You smell so fucking good. Like candy and icing. Next time, I’ll see if your pussy tastes as sweet as the rest of you.”
My core clenched with his words, wishing we were somewhere alone so I could drop to my knees and thank him properly.
“Next time,” I said, arching my neck so he could pepper me with wet kisses until he reached my lips.
“Yes, next time. One taste wasn’t enough. When can I see you again?”
His breath fluttered hot against my skin, doing nothing to cool the flush I felt from head to toe. Orgasms doled out by platinum-haired sex gods did wonders for my mood.
My mind raced over the possibilities of what he was saying, pushing through the fog of post-orgasmic bliss. We shouldn’t continue this. It was dangerous, but what was the harm in having a little fun while we salvaged our reputations? Right? I swallowed, trying to calm my pulse as his lips teased mine wickedly.
“Maybe a date? Being seen in public together would be good for our image.”
“Image?” He scoffed, taking a step back and tucking himself into his slacks before buttoning them up. “I asked when I could see you again.”
He stressed the words, smoothing the hair out of his face, his breathing erratic like he was offended I’d brought the topic back to our fake relationship. I reached forward, running one hand through the silky strands, damp with sweat, and pressed our foreheads together.
I fisted his oxford to bring him closer and watched his pupils return to gray, lust and indecision still swirled within the colors.
