Page 32 of Wicked Surrender

“Was it frustrating?”

“Now if you…” She cleared her throat again. “If you consider the value of the Y variable here…”

I waited until she was in the middle of something else moments later. “Have you ever had someone find it?”

She furrowed her brow. “The value of XY? No, see, it’s not an option in this one.”

You fucking dork.She could almost be adorable like this, so oblivious. “No.” I leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Your clit, Laura. Anyone ever touch it?”

She drew in a shaky breath, not turning to face me.

“Or just you?”

I inched closer.

“Has anyone else ever gotten you off?”

Her lips parted as she licked her lower lip.

And fuck it I didn’t get harder for her.

“Or is it just you? Lonely in bed and playing with yourself?”

I could see it. Her black hair splayed out on her pillow as she parted her legs and lowered her finger back and forth over her juicy pussy.

“Have you ever had a real orgasm?” I whispered into her ear.

She slammed the book shut and scooted her chair back. “I guess that’s enough for tonight.”

As she scurried away—definitely flustered—I sat right where I was and watched her go. Staying put until the erection tenting my shorts would fade, I rubbed my chin and wondered just what the fuck that was about.

I’d finally pushed her to react. But it wasn’t anything like what I’d expected.

She didn’t freak out and act like a prude at my filthy questions. She didn’t tell me to stop or ask me to focus on the work.

While I waited for my heart to slow down from the thrill of leading her on like that, I hated how disappointed I was that she didn’t answer me at all.

Because now I had to know.

I wanted to know what she looked like and sounded like when she came, too.

Fuck.

I was slowly becoming obsessed with the idea of being the one to make her come.

11

LAURA

After Jason’s threat to share that breakup video that I was sure would haunt me for the rest of my life, I woke up and checked my phone.

It sucked, waiting on the edge like this. He was too cruel not to share it as a form of tormenting me. But he was cruel enough to make me wait in suspense. It was inevitable. He’d blast it, and everyone would see it.

I couldn’t bring myself to check on social media first thing, though. Instead, I looked for a text from Kristin, who got up super early to work out. And she’d report in.

Kristin:Nothing today.

Kristin:Well, nothing new today.

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