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“Remove your hand from my thigh, please.”
“I don’t think I will.” He gives it another squeeze, then shoves his hand between my legs.
I squeeze them together a moment too late, my gaze darting to the house and then over at him, my eyes wide. “Are you crazy?” I ask, grabbing his wrist under the table and trying to pry it away from my leg without attracting attention. “Our parents arerightthere. Stop it, Landon.”
“I wouldn’t squirm too much unless you want to get caught,” he says, grabbing his glass to take a drink as he casually glances at the sliding door. There’s a clear view of the kitchen from here, and a clear view of us from where they’re standing, but they can’t see beneath the table where he’s touching me.
My skin feels like it’s on fire. I swallow, watching Mom grab something out of the fridge.
“Relax your legs,” he demands.
“No,” I bite out, letting my nails dig into his hand.
“That doesn’t bother me,” he says, his tone amused. Rather than give up, he forces his hand where he wants it and my stomach flips over when he roughly cups my pussy in his hand.
“Landon,” I say, starting to sweat from the sheer audacity he’s exhibiting right now.
“Relax your legs,” he says again. “I’ll hurt you if you don’t. Let it feel good.”
There’s tension everywhere else in my body, but reluctantly, I let my legs relax.
Maybe if I give a little, he’ll back off.
Maybe it’s more a battle of wills than anything. A game of chicken. I don’t mind losing that. Besides, there’s fabric—
Landon’s fingers slidebeneaththe fabric of my swimsuit and I gasp as he fingers my slit. “Landon.”
“Take a bite of your steak.”
His voice is steady as he rubs two fingers along my pussy with a sense of calm and confidence I can’t fathom given the circumstances.
What’s worse is the wetness that pools inside of me as he does it.
“Landon, please. They’re going to—”
He rubs me. “Shh. Pick up your fork and take a bite of your steak, Parker.”
I can scarcely sit still as his finger curls and the tip brushes my clit. I cry out sharply, gripping the edge of the table.
“Your face is too expressive, baby.” He sounds completely unconcerned as he fingers me harder. “Take a bite to give it something to do.”
Eating is the next to last thing I want to do right now, but getting caught tops the list. I grab my fork with unsteady fingers and stab a piece of juicy steak. My thighs tremble at the sensation of Landon rubbing my clit, and I grab his thigh with my other hand, needing something to hold on to.
“That’s a good girl. Now, put it in your mouth.”
I do as he commands, and this time when the juicy steak hits my tongue, his finger brushes my clit and a moan I can’t hold back escapes my throat.
“Perfect.” He teases my clit and my fingers clench more tightly around his thigh. “They’re glancing our way. You better smile. We’re having a nice evening, aren’t we? Spending time together as a family, just the way you wanted us to.”
It’s sick to say something like that when his fingers are currently bringing me so close to climax, I want to die. “Landon,” I murmur, trying to keep my face straight.
“Shh. Let it happen.”
The pressure mounts as he teases that overly sensitive bundle. The nervousness of getting caught intensifies the unwanted sensation. This shouldn’t be happening, but it is, and I can’t stop him. All I can do is let it happen so he’ll stop and then… and then…
A series of helpless noises escape my throat as he plays my pussy like an instrument he has spent his whole life studying. I can’t sit still and come up off the seat, my legs and thighs spasming as ecstasy rips through me.
He keeps his fingers inside me as pleasure washes through me in waves.
