Page 42 of In Death, Love Survives
Nova sits upright and takes a few steadying breaths, something I’m catching onto about the way she processes information and thinks before she speaks.
“Wolfe. Fine, I will give you that in return.”
“That’s my girl.”
“I feel this spark. This connection. This pull that we seem to have to each other. I won’t deny that.”
“It’s unmatched.”
She twitches her mouth.
“But,” she starts.
“I don’t like where this is heading,” I say.
“Until you’re out of Roper State, I need us to not act on or speak of whatever is happening here.”
“I don’t think I can agree to that.”
I stretch my legs out and watch as she bites her lower lip at the movement.
“You have to,” she counters.
“What turns you on?”
“What?” she asks incredulously.
“When you’re home alone at night and start to rub that sweet little pussy of yours with those dainty fingers, what are you thinking about?”
She scoffs, but I notice the flush of pink rising on her neck and cheeks.
“Wolfe, you can’t ask me questions like that.”
Nova won’t look at me directly.
“I bet it’s dripping wet. A perfect pink, wet pussy. Whenever you play with it, do you think of me these days? I certainly hope so because ever since I laid eyes on you, you’re all I can think about when I fist my cock.”
Nova rubs her thighs together, trying not to show me with the way they’re still crossed over one another. I was only trying to goad her, but this is certainly a better turn of events I can work with.
“Feeling needy, angel?”
Her eyes snap to mine.
“I wish I could lean over this desk and help you with your predicament. Oh, how I wish I could make you come all over my fingers.”
“Wolfe,” she moans out.
“Yes?”
“You.”
Her eyes shut as she continues to rub her thighs together slightly. Not enough for anyone on the cameras to notice, but I sure as hell do.
“Oh, angel. Know that if I could, I’d make you come over and over again. My dollface could be my ragdoll, couldn’t she?”
Fuck, I’m getting hard as I watch Nova getting lost in the sensation.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
