Page 35 of Filthy Little Regrets
The touch sends a zap of electricity through me, and I arch into his hand with a hiss.
“Mace—”
“This isn’t sex,” he says quickly. “Do you want me to stop?”
“What do you want in return?”
He scoffs. “Nothing.”
I chew on my cheek, not sure I believe him, but if he’s offering an orgasm free of charge... It’s been a long time since I’ve had someone touch me, and I’m not too proud to admit that the rocket beneath me is intriguing. “Okay,” I murmur.
His chuckle, deep and victorious, rolls down my spine. “Stop distracting me.”
I bite my lip as he rubs small circles against me, wishing I was a stronger woman, but damn does this feel good. He uses one hand to pull up a different application on his computer. My eyebrows pinch, and I try to focus on watching him work. He’s using Rex Technologies systems to try and track down whoever manages NYC Socialite. I’m assuming he’ll cross reference to his user database and issue a special software update just for them.
“Gotcha,” he murmurs, his hand moving from my pussy to my low stomach, leaving my clit pulsing, waiting for more, but I’m not going to beg him to make me come. I have toys for that.
“Grab the mouse.”
“What?”
His fingers inch beneath the band of my swimsuit. “I need your help,” he says, the hand he could clearly use coming to cup my breast.
Oh.
I reach for the mouse, leaning forward. Mace follows, pressing his front against my back and placing his mouth at my ear as two of his fingers slide through my slick slit. “Fuck, baby.” His touch is charged, electricity spreading from where he’s teasing and throughout my body. “Copy the code.” His voice is rough, an entire octave deeper.
I use the keyboard to select all and copy and bite my cheek to keep from making embarrassing noises.
“That’s good,” he murmurs, fingers tracing around my entrance. “Now drop it in the other program.” With his other hand, he yanks on the towel, and the soft cloth flutters down my body, exposing my tits to the cool air. He rolls my nipple between his fingers, tugging as I doas I’m told. My pulse quivers as he plays with me, taunting me with the hand between my leg, making me wait for what he now knows I desperately want.
As soon as I finish the task he gave, he pushes inside of me, groaning at how easily his fingers glide in, my arousal evident. “That’s perfect,” he says. “You’re doing so good.”
In any other scenario, I’d be offended by that, but with his fingers scissoring inside of me, caressing my walls, I find it hard to be mad. “What next?”
“Now you’re getting it.” I can hear the smug smirk in his tone. “See account 9087695564? Push a singular update. It’s the blue button on the bottom right.” He palms my other breast, worshiping it while I follow this next instruction.
My hand slips on the mouse when his thumb barely swipes over my clit, and he tsks.
“Focus.”
Huffing, I mutter, “You try working when someone’s fingering you.”
He simply chuckles, and the warmth of it brushes over my face. “I know you can do it.”
Rolling my eyes, I do my best to focus, preparing the update and bringing the cursor to hover over the blue button. I hesitate for a moment. Mace is about to piss off a lot of people because I went and got my feelings hurt. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
Well, okay, then. These assholes deserve it for every terrible thing they’ve ever written about Rose. I click the button and release a harsh exhale.
“Good.” He nudges the side of my head with his cheek. I tip my head to look at him, but his mouth descends on my exposed throat, sucking skin between his lips and biting mypulse point. My gasp earns a hum of approval, and his thumb moves over the nerves that are aching for attention. “Can’t wait to fill this pretty body up with my cum.”
“Mace,” I say, but the rest of my words die in my throat as he traces quick circles over my clit. My hands find the arms of the chair, and I grip them, fighting the urge to buck into him, to give him any more satisfaction.
His lips trace up my neck and the hands on my breast come to cup my jaw, tipping my head back. His mouth brushes against my ear. “Fight me all you want, Cassia, but this pussy doesn’t lie.”
On cue, my walls clamp around his fingers, and he kisses down the column of my throat, holding me in place as he thrusts into me.
