She bites down on her lower lip, and with a quick glance at the e-reader in her hand, she nods.
“Say it aloud. Tell me the type of books you like.”
“I read romance. And smut. Readers refer to it as spicy romance.”
“That’s it, sweetheart.” I cross my arms over my chest and watch as that gorgeous shade of crimson flames her cheeks again. “How do these books make you feel?”
“Wha-what?” she stammers.
“Do they turn you on, Hailey? Do you get wet reading books like what you’re reading now?” I tip my chin in the direction of the device in her hand.
This is it. Best case scenario, she dances across the line with me. Worst case, she quits and files a sexual harassment lawsuit against me.
That would suck.
For a fraction of a second, her eyes widen, and I think she’s going to tell me to fuck off, but then she surprises me when she says, “Yes.”
One simple word, but it packs a punch.
Yes, she gets turned on by her books.
Yes, they make that sweet pussy of hers wet.
Yes, she’s crossing the line with me.
I go all in—at least verbally.
My erection strains against my sweats, thick, engorged, and begging for reprieve, so I palm it openly, adjusting myself before I lean against the bathroom wall. “Be a good girl and take off your shorts.”
From across the room, I see her breath hitch. This woman loves to be praised, and I can’t wait to shower her with it.
Hooking her thumbs into the elastic of her barely-there pink sleep shorts, she pushes them down her legs and lets them pool at her feet. My button-down shirt reaches her upper thighs, leaving too much to my imagination, but I don’t ask her to take it off.
“Sit on the counter,” I command, my voice low and rough. My dick twitches against the thin fabric of my sweatpants, the head practically peeking from the top of my waistband. “Can you see what you reading that sexy book aloud does to me?”
“Yes.” She obeys me easily and hops onto the edge of the counter, e-reader still dangling from her fingers. “Declan, this feels…intimate.”
“No more intimate than you being in my hotel room—in my bed—in those goddamn little shorts. I won’t touch you, sweetheart, but I need you to keep reading to me.”
Her chest rises and falls in steady motions, a deep shade of rouge splashing across her cheeks. She’s silent for a few seconds, holding my gaze, before her head bobs in agreement. “Okay. I can do that.” Picking up the book, her gaze flicks across the screen, then she continues where she left off.
“Softly, he dusts his lips against my neck, groaning into it. ‘Did you dirty your panties with your cum, thinking of me earlier?’ His finger grazes lower, and he pushes it into me slightly, still covered with my underwear. My back arches as I moan. I still haven’t answered him. I haven’t said a word. Pushing my hips forward again, I chase his touch when I should be trying to fight him off, trying to get away from him. His fingers flex against my neck. ‘No,’ I tell him. ‘The fantasy wasn’t enough.’ A wide grin spreads across his face, and I marvel at how ruggedly handsome he is. His eyes so bright and vibrant they glow, his five o’clock shadow adding to his features and somehow enhancing his straight jawline more. 'Of course it wasn’t. But it’s okay, baby girl. I’m here now. And I can feel how much this pussy wants me.’ He pushes aside the fabric with his middle finger and dips it inside of me. ‘So perfectly wet, and tight as fuck.’”
I groan, and her words cut off as our gazes collide. Her chest rises and falls in heavy breaths, much like my own.
“You’re doing so good, Hailey. Spread your legs for me. Let me see how wet you are.”
Something between a moan and a sigh floats past her lips, and she slowly spreads her legs, exposing her center, although it’s covered with the white-cotton fabric of her underwear. There’s a small wet spot from her arousal soaking through, and I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of it.
I palm my dick through my sweatpants. “Keep reading. Don’t close your legs.”
“Declan,” she whispers like a fucking prayer, her lust-filled eyes grazing my groin before she snaps them back to mine.
Tension blazes through the air and I want nothing more than to close the distance between us and plunge some part of me, whether it be my fingers, my tongue, or my dick, inside of that pretty wet cunt of hers.
“Read,” I rasp. “Picture us as the main characters.”
Fuck, what am I doing?
