Page 98 of Burn for Me

“You still haven't gotten an answer from him, have you?” Jasmine’s voice is quiet as she presses the doorbell.

“Probably never will.” Moe grinds out. He has become increasingly adamant about discovering who his biological father is. I've talked to Jasmine about it, and she feels uneasy regarding the conversation. She doesn't like keeping something so significant a secret.

“What's taking them so bloody long?” My hand drops to the high curve of Jasmine's arse as I impatiently push open the door, not caring to wait for a response.

“Goddamn, doesn't anyone know how to answer a door?” I snap.

“Be nice.” Jasmine chimes in with a small smile.

Moe scoffs and steps inside, shutting the door behind him.

“How do you think I feel? I've been gone for months!”

As soon as my peripheral sees curly hair rushing toward us, I step back, pulling Jasmine with me. Sharkie tumbles into Moe’s chest, and he wraps his arms around her, giving a twirl.

“About time!” Moe exclaims, and Caspian walks in casually, shaking his head and laughing as loudly as Moe.

I clench my jaw as Jasmine pulls from my grasp and takes Sharkie's hand, twisting it in the light. “Thank God. I was terrified he was going to choose something horrendous.”

Sharkie's cheeks flush even more, and her eyes dart around the room. I understand Jasmine is doing her due diligence to be a good, excited friend, but Sharkie seems overwhelmed. I'm sure she is still adjusting to everything.

“I’m glad you made it.” Tide smiles widely while clasping a hand to Moe's shoulder

“Congratulations, Cas!” Moe smiles, but the expression doesn’t quite reach his eyes. I understand why, though it’s not my place to comment on it. Those conversations are reserved for Moe and me on dinner nights when we discuss new changes and adjustments between factions.

“Yeah, it’s about time.” I joke, raising an eyebrow. Caspian rolls his eyes as if he can read my mind.

I did it first.

With Sharkie rushing through the house and Moe trailing Tide, I seize the moment. I wrap my arm around Jasmine's waist and pull her back against me. She tries to follow them to the dining room, but I gently tug on the back of her dress.

“What?” She hisses, and I grin.Is someone getting irritable? What a pity. I'm about to make it worse.

I don't answer; instead, I pull her along until we reach the top. If I remember correctly, there should be an…A-ha.

“Sam!” Jasmine yelps as she stumbles into the large marble counter. She looks stunning, pinning me with an intense glare through the mirror. Her hair frames her face beautifully, cascading naturally over her shoulders. Taking a step forward, I press my chest against her back and trace a teasing trail along her skin with a light touch between the alley of her breasts down her abdomen.

“We’re supposed to be celebrating an engagement, " she mutters, but she can't hide her breathlessness from me even if she tries.

“I highly doubt they've noticed we're missing yet. I say we have about five minutes.” I brush the hair off her neck and trail my lips down the column as my hand drifts lower, tracing the short hem of her dress and dipping between her thighs. Tides' voice booms as expected, but I can't determine what he's saying. Not that I’d want to right now, anyway.

“Five minutes until what?” Jasmine's head drops between her shoulders, clearly realizing that her struggles will be fruitless. Honestly, all she'd have to say is no, and I would listen.

“Until,” I trail my fingers higher, distracted by the easy access my fingers have gliding through her lips. “No underwear, little devil? Were you planning on putting me through hell tonight?”

“I do that every day.” she gasps as I press firmer into her back.

“Fuck yes, you do, and I love every second, but now you can see how it makes me feel.”

I can’t help but look back to the mirror and watch her jaw go slack as I push a finger into her cunt and brace my palm against her clit. Even when I see her in such an enticing position, I wonder how I deserve someone like her. As Jasmine tenses from the pressure, I press my knuckles against the spot that makes her lashes flutter and grasp her jaw, keeping her focus on mine.

“Don't look away,” I warn, taking my time to withdraw and spread her arousal over her sensitive bundle. Her legs are already trembling from such a simple touch and her hands are pressing hard enough into the counter her knuckles goes pale.

“Do you remember that teasing you were just doing?” I take a breath, placing a small kiss on her neck as my hand slips higher to cover her mouth as her eyes go wide, “How you walked in here acting like you hadn’t just got me so hard that I have pre-come sticking to my thigh?”

She shakes her head against my hand, her soft breaths brushing my knuckles.

“I guess we’re both about to be frustrated,” I mutter, slowly circling her clit until I find the pace that had her legs trembling below. Jasmine raises her hand to push mine away from her mouth, clearly protesting.

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