Erin
If… if we’d been alone and I’d collapsed on my desk, what would you have done?
Bannister
I’d need to get your heart rate up.
Erin
How?
She bit her lip while a tantalizing ellipsis appeared under her question. Each dot made a tiny point of imaginary pressure against her skin, and she quivered. The damp lace of her panties clung to her. She slipped another finger under it, to the centered beat of her heart.
Bannister
My first inclination would be to touch my pencil to your skin. Would… would that help?
Erin
M-maybe.
Bannister
I’d bend over you. Ease off your jeans. Slide them down over your hips. T-then I… I’d trace my graphite over your body. I’d map the divots beside your ankles. The curve of your calf.
Muscles tensed along her legs, reacting to the whirl of her imagination.
Bannister
I’d explore the back of your right knee. You have freckles there, don’t you?
Her free hand stroked up her calf to shadow his touch.
Erin
I might… squirm.
Bannister
Good. But there’d be danger in sitting up too quickly. I’d put a hand on your thigh to keep you still.
Erin
I’ll t-try to stay still.
Bannister
If you do, I’ll trace up to your hip. How’s your pulse?
Thundering.
Erin
Getting stronger. I—I think. Don’t stop.
Bannister
I’ll savor every scallop of the lace on your panties. First around your waist. Then… then between your legs. But I don’t want to mark you. Not with my pencil. N-not yet. Stay still.
