Page 141 of Need You To Choose Me

I shift in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but the only thing it does is make my tee rub against my hard nipples. I press my thighs together, feeling this need simmering inside me, ready to burst at any minute.

Groaning, I close the book and put it next to me.

I needed a release.

And there was only one thing that would help with that.

Biting the inside of my cheek, I let my hand slide down my body. My skin tingles at the smallest of touches. My breasts feel heavy, my nipples are rock-hard, and my panties are so damp it’s embarrassing.

I was hot for my baby daddy, and he didn’t even notice the effect he had on me.

I play with the hem of my shirt, my fingers brushing the place Blake had touched only moments ago. The way those rough fingertips played over my skin was engraved into my memory.

I slide my hand over my stomach, my fingers squeezing my aching breast. My breath hitches as I tweak my hard nipple, the sensation going straight to my core and making my pussy clench.

In my mind, it was Blake’s hands on my body, not mine. Those rough fingertips skimming my sides, cupping my breasts. Those long, talented fingers tweaking my nipples.

My eyes fall shut, a moan ripping from my lungs.

I shouldn’t be doing this, but there was no way I’d be able to fall asleep if I didn’t get some kind of release, even if it was by my own hands.

I uncurl my fingers and let my hand move lower, over the swell of my stomach and between my thighs. The first brush of my fingers over my clit makes my whole-body quake.

Bracing my feet against the coffee table for better leverage, I move my hand lower. The slickness between my thighs makes it easy for my finger to slip inside my pussy.

“Fuck.”

My legs fall open wider as I pull my hand back, and this time, I slide two fingers inside. There is a soft ache as my fingers fill me, stretching me.

Damn, I missed this.

This feeling of fullness and ecstasy.

I continue thrusting them deeper, the heel of my palm rubbing against my clit, and making my toes curl.

I was close.

So damn close.

“Blake…”

“Holy fuck, Blondie.”

I bite the inside of my cheek as I find my G-spot. I swear I could hear him like he was here in the ro?—

My eyes shoot open, and there he is.

My whole body freezes as I try to process what’s happening.

Blake.

Standing in my freaking living room.

His hands are pressed against the doorway as if he’s holding himself back, those gray eyes the color of the stormy sky fixed on me as I suck in a sharp breath.

“Wha—”

I start to pull my hand back, my cheeks red.

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