Page 24 of Stumped

“Because it was meant to beonenight.”

“You could have still called.”

“Why?”

He pushes off the wall and I cross my arms defensively. “Because I wanted another night.”

“I bet there are tons of women here tonight who would be happy to warm your bed and call you in the morning.”

“I don’t want any of those women.”

“Elias…” I sigh. We’re going round in circles. Yes, I do want to fuck him again. No, I can’t let that happen. Yes, I remember how incredible the beard burn was against the inside of my thighs.Do. Not. Fuck. Him.

“Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me that you’re not wet for me right now and I’ll leave.”

“I’m not wet for you right now.”

“But you still want me,” he says, voice dropped to a dangerously low octave that makes my body hum.

“Nope.”

He smirks, because heknowsI’m soaked and I do want him. “Liar.”

I step back and lean against the wall, letting him get his fill of me. He takes his time, hot gaze starting at the low cut of my dress, down to where my nipples are punching their way through my bra and the flimsy material, to my stomach that’s been tucked away into an uncomfortable layer of spandex.

“If I put my hand up your dress, will I find you wet or dry?”

If I was thinking with my brain, I’d end this conversation and leave. But my libido has taken over and I have no control over her. My feet part and I hitch up my dress a little, inviting him closer. Our gazes are locked as he slides a hand up my thigh,pushing my clothes further out of the way. Then he freezes, eyebrows dipping into a frown.

“The fuck is this?”

“Consider it my chastity belt,” I tease, referring to my skin-coloured spandex.

I don’t always wear it, because it’s a bitch to get in and out of. But in dresses like this, the ones that cling to me like a second skin, I like to keep everything smooth. I’m not conscious of my body anymore, but the torture is sometimes worth it.

“No seriously, what is it?”

“Keeps all my soft bits tucked away in this dress.”

“I like your soft bits,” he whispers, dragging his hand up until he reaches my waistband. “Iloveyour soft bits.”

And he means it. Because that night he was so reverent in the way he touched me, tracing the silver lines that define how much my body has grown. The way his lips followed the action, tongue flicking out to tease my rolls as he grabbed my soft thighs and squeezed them. I have never paid attention to the way my partners see my body because I don’t usually care. I’m proud of the body I created, I’m proud of my dips and curves and flab. I love how beautiful each part of me is.

When Elias is staring at me, it’s more than that.

I feel exquisite.

Caught up in my thoughts, I don’t realise that he’s trying and failing to take the shorts off. I push him away. “You’re not getting into my spandex, Elias.”

“Wanted to check if you were wet for me.”

He sounds so small, lips forming a pout. I straighten my clothes and take a step towards him. He doesn’t hide the way he looks down my dress or the hunger in his eyes.

“I’msoaked.”

“For me, right?” He grins, licking his lips.

I grab his dick through the front of his pants. “Just like this is for me.”

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