Page 133 of By His Play

Shifting in my seat, I let out a sigh.

“Brilliant.”

“You need to relax,” he points out.

“Easier said than done when you can’t see.”

“I know exactly the thing,” he offers. “Take your leggings off.”

“W-what? No. There is no way in hell I’m?—”

“Be a good girl, Luck. Take your leggings off for me and spread your thighs.”

His words send a tsunami of heat straight to my clit, and I squirm in my seat—something he doesn’t miss, if his groan is anything to go by.

“People will see me.”

“Maybe,” he says without missing a beat. “But they’ll only be jealous.”

“Or we’ll end up front page news again for a very different reason,” I mutter.

He chuckles. “I’m willing to risk it.”

“Kieran,” I breathe.

I have no idea where we are. I’m so disorientated with my sight gone that I don’t stand a chance of trying to figure it out.

“I’m waiting,” he demands, his voice deep and unwavering.

Shit. He’s serious.

With my heart racing and my hands trembling, I shove my insecurities down and try to drag up some courage.

“That’s my good girl,” he rasps as I sit up and tug my leggings over my ass.

I shudder as the cool air rushes over my heated skin, and it only gets worse when his fingers slide through me.

“Oh my god,” I cry, still sensitive from this morning.

“Always so wet for me,” he muses as his fingers sink lower and push inside me.

“S-Shouldn’t you be focusing on not killing us?”

“I’ve got it under control. Trust me?”

“Apparently,” I quip.

“Aw, you know I’ll take good care of you, baby.”

And that, I can’t really argue with.

Embarrassingly, it only takes a few minutes for me to be coming all over his fingers.

I don’t know how he did it so fast, but he’s learned exactly what I need to get off. Sadly, he’s also learned exactly when to pull back to keep me right on the edge as well.

“On the way back, you can return the favor,” he says, before pulling his hand away and leaving me sitting there in a puddle of my own desire.

I cringe, thinking about the mess I’ve left on the fabric.

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