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“Ow!” I’m more surprised than hurt.
“Leave it.”
“But—”
“But what?” His gaze flicks to mine, almost daring me to argue.
“You’re making me uncomfortable,” I blurt.
“How?”
Nerves tremble in my belly.
Why do I need to explain this to him?
He shifts closer until our bodies can brush. “Are you sure about that? Because you seem to like the way I touch you. In fact, my guess is that I turn you on.”
Blood surges to my face.
He’s not wrong, damn him.
When I remain silent, unwilling to admit the truth, his gaze stays locked on mine as he reaches out and carefully strokes his finger along the seam of my pussy lips. A thin layer of cotton is all that separates my naked flesh from him.
The harsh intake of my breath gets trapped in my lungs. It takes a herculean effort to remain motionless when all I want to do is squirm beneath him. The blunt tips of his fingers hover over my clit before pressing insistently. His gaze sharpens as my teeth sink into my lower lip to stop the whimper from breaking free.
“You didn’t answer the question.”
Not once does he let up on the insistent pressure. The way he touches me is exquisite torture. Any moment I’ll burst from the pleasure that is attempting to swallow me whole. The sensations he’s carefully stoking to life are almost too much for the confines of my skin.
A quick search of my brain comes up empty. “Question?”
His lips quirk as a chuckle escapes from him. “Do I turn you on?”
Oh.
Right.
“I’d prefer not to answer that.”
“Hmmm.” His expression turns contemplative. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“We should get back to work.” The way his fingers hover over me, assaulting my senses, makes it impossible to think.
“Remove the panties and you can continue reading.”
It takes a moment for his words to sink in.
“What?” My eyes widen as my voice rises with each syllable. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m as serious as a heart attack.”
My heartbeat thunders against my ribcage. “But—”
He shakes his head. “No buts. It’s a simple request. Nothing will happen that you don’t want.”
That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. As much as I’m trying to convince myself that I’m disgusted by his touch and him…nothing could be further from the truth.
When I continue to stare, willing him to back down, he asks, “Are you forgetting what information I have?”
