Page 86 of Personal Foul

He brings both hands into play, adding another finger to the two already in my pussy, the stretch adding a new dimension to the stimulation, his other hand taking over rubbing my clit. Watching him stare so intently at his hands working me over is super hot, but also kinda distracting, so I close my eyes and give in to the flood of sensations overwhelming my body.

I exist solely as a sexual organ right now, all my senses focused exclusively on the few inches between my thighs.

My body coils tighter, something that almost feels like electricity zapping over the surface of my skin, traveling to the central point of focus, all the energy swirling into a tight little ball that explodes out, causing my entire body to contract in on itself before it releases, heat and sparks washing through me, continuing in wave after wave until I inch away from Dylan, and he finally stops.

A smug grin on his face, he takes his place next to me, gathering me against him once more and burying his face in my neck. “You are amazing.”

Chuckling, I wrap my arms around him too. “I can’t believe you managed that.”

He lifts his head, still smiling. “Two-point conversions don’t always work, but when they do, they’re magnificent.”

With a laugh, I give him a kiss, because I’m not sure there’s a better response to that.

We subside into our usual post-sex cuddles, him trailing his fingertips over my skin, no need for words.

But he surprises me after a moment by breaking the silence. “I want to ask you something.”

I pull back enough to look him in the eye. “Okay?”

He’s the one who breaks eye contact, though, instead focusing on where his fingers still trail up and down my hip. “My sister’s engaged.”

“That’s right. I think you mentioned that before.”

“Right. And there’s an engagement party coming up next weekend.”

I wait, but he doesn’t say anything else. “Okay … is there a question coming?”

He lets out a huff of laughter and wraps his arms around me, pulling me on top of him and rolling to his back. “My sister made me put down a plus one, and I was wondering if you want to come with me.”

His heart’s pounding under my ear, and without lifting my head, I look all around as I weigh all the facts at hand. “Your sistermadeyou put a plus one?”

He sighs. “Yes. Otherwise—you know what? That doesn’t matter. That was before this became … this.”

That helps, I guess. A little. “But still. Why would she force you to have a plus one if you’re not dating anyone?” I raise my head now, propping my chin on my fist on his chest so I can look at him. “And it sounds like you didn’t necessarily want to bring a plus one. Is there a problem with you showing up on your own?”

He blows out a breath. “I haven’t exactly had a long-term girlfriend in a while, and if I were to bring a hookup with me, she’d get the wrong idea, you know? But if I don’t bring someone, my mom would likely try to fix me up with the daughter of someone who could help my dad politically—”

“You know what?” I break in. “Never mind. I really don’t need all those details.”

Using his abs, he curls up to kiss me, one hand cupping my face as he does so.

I kiss him back—of course I do—but that kiss isn’t enough to make me feel that much better about this situation. “You’re not worriedI’llget the wrong idea?”

He chuckles. “I’m pretty sure it would be more like the right idea.”

That has me rearing back in surprise, which makes him laugh some more. “What’s the right idea?”

“Are you serious right now?” He waves a hand, encompassing the both of us. “This happening multiple times over the course of a week doesn’t give you a clue? Me asking you to stay the night at my place every night doesn’t make you think I might have more serious intentions with you?”

“Uhh.” I sit up, struggling to get the blankets out from under him. I feel far too naked and exposed right now. I need some kind of shield.

He rolls over, letting me yank the covers around myself, and he sits up, piling pillows behind him to cushion the headboard. “Is this really a surprise right now?”

I spread my hands in a gesture of helplessness. “Um, kinda? The last conversation we had about this, you said you wanted to be my friend.”

He starts laughing, practically falling to the side.

Picking up one of the pillows, I toss it at his head. That does nothing to discourage him. He pulls the pillow away from his face, but keeps laughing regardless.

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