Page 61 of Almost Love

“I may not touch myself, that doesn’t mean I don’t know what my body is like.”

He was still smiling as he said, “MayItouch you?”

“I’d honestly like that a lot.” Even though she tried not to, sarcasm slipped into her tone.

“How are you like this even when you’re naked?”

“This is who I am, can’t undo the magic.”

Oakley chuckled and shook his head. “Wouldn’t dream of it. I like this magic too much.”

His hands slid up her legs, one finger tracing a bruise on her thigh before she was being yanked forward. Clementine gasped and grabbed his arms to ready herself.

“Sorry.”

“Didn’t know I’d like being manhandled.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Would you like me to keep doing it?”

“Yes, please.”

“Anything you want,” he said softly. She nodded, nervous all of a sudden, which he caught. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready. I’ll touch you enough for the both of us.”

She gazed into his eyes. “There has to be a reason why people like doing this.”

“Pleasure, baby. It’s all about the pleasure.”

“Show me pleasure, Oakley.”

He stared at her a long moment, then crushed his mouth against hers. She moaned at the force with which he kissed, but relented and parted her lips. Tongues stroked and danced, giving her the kind of buzz she was used to. Gently breaking away from the kiss, she inhaled sharply and he grumbled.

“You’re fucking distracting, chef.”

She didn’t always like it when her staff called herchef. But when Oakley did it, in moments like this or when he was trying to annoy her, she loved it.

“I’m not even doing anything,” she countered with a scowl.

He smiled, fingers tap dancing along her legs. “May I touch you?”

“Consider this my blanket approval for all touching, kissing, grabbing and manhandling for the foreseeable future.”

“You have no fucking idea what you’ve unleashed,” he mumbled.

She flashed him what she hoped was a naughty smirk. “I can’t wait to find out.”

He matched her smirk and slid his hands along her inner thighs, stopping right where she was aching for him. She didn’t realize how desperate she was for his touch until he was that close. Clementine started to protest about the teasing when he pressed his fingers against her seam. Her hips jolted and she dug her fingers harder into his biceps, even though she forgot she was holding him.

“Relax for me, Clem,” he whispered and she forced her body to unclench. His fingers rubbed the slit, spreading around her pussy as he teased her. She bit her lip and watched him through hooded eyes, pleasure sparking everywhere. Then slowly, he slid into her. Her eyes slipped shut and head rolled to the side. “So fucking wet.” The words sounded distant, until he pushed his fingers deeper. She groaned loudly and squeezed his arm, eyes open to watch where his index and middle finger vanished inside her.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

He pulled his hand away and she whined, hips sliding forward, like that would draw him back. He laughed before pushing back inside her. While being touched in usual situations never appealed to her, this kind of touching was her favorite. Oakley’s fingers? Perfection.

“You too, Clem.”

“Me too…what?” she asked, aware of how drunk she sounded.

“Slide a finger in.”

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