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I one thousand percent should be uncomfortable with this setup but I'm not. Because if anyone knows me the best in life, strangely, I swear it makes no sense, it's him. He's spent the most time with this new version of myself since I've changed. He knows my quirks. He knows my likes and dislikes. He knows my tells.
Lawson knows me.And right now, there’s no one else I’d rather have see me completely than him.
Chapter 22 - Dani
Lawson's breathing stills as he leans forward into me. “Fuck, Dani.”
His hands move again with more confidence, and when his thumbs part me open, he just…stares.Like he’s taking in a painting. Or a sunrise. Or something he never thought he’d get to see up close.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he says, voice full of praise. He presses the pads of his thumbs inside my opening just barely, and lets out this groan that sounds like it’s been dragged out of him against his will. “So tight. So warm.”
This is your boss, Dani.
This is your boss.
You tease each other.
That's all this is to him.
“You’re unreal,” he murmurs. “So fucking sexy.”
Okay, maybe this isn't just a bet anymore.
Then he leans forward. His beard drags over the inside of my thighs, the coarse scrape of it setting off a brand new wave of sensation that has my back arching off the couch. And then his lips close around my clit, and hesucks.
“W-whoa, whoa—” I gasp, sounding like a damn cowboy reining in a wild horse. My hands fly to his hair, threading through it on instinct, though I’m not even sure if I’m allowed to touch him. Aren’t I supposed to be proving something to him?
What am I trying to prove?
God, I have no idea.
Because his tongue is circling my clit now, not touching it directly, which should be a crime, but just around it and every rotation is winding me tighter and tighter with need.
“You’re edging me,” I groan out, wishing he'd move his tongue a little to the center to flick over what’s desperate for him.
He pulls back with a smirk and blows a stream of cool air across my soaked center.
“I’m showing you what your toy can’t do.”
“My toy moves faster than this.”
He snorts. “Exactly. You have no patience. There’s no anticipation. The slow tension? That’s what makes you come harder and feel more satisfied.”
"Well, right now I'm not satisfied." Which is a lie because having his mouth, tongue and hands on me is the definition of satisfaction.
He chuckles. "Patience, Dani."
Then he replaces his thumbs with two of his long, thick fingers and pushes them deep inside me, curling them upward just rightinto my core, right into a spot that no toy can ever reach. His other hand presses at the top of my pelvis down to meet it and I swear I see stars.
“Oh, shit,” I cry out, clenching around him.
He watches me, a crooked smile tugging at his mouth. “You like that?”
“That spot—right there,” I pant, my nipples tightening as he lowers his mouth again. His tongue resumes its torturous rhythm, licking slow, deliberate circles around my clit before finally dragging across it in quick, slick flicks.
“Y-yes, ugh, yes—”
Look, I know what you’re thinking, and I can tell that you're judging me right now. This is supposed to be about proving to him that my toy is better, but no man, and I promise youno man,has ever taken his time with me like this. Has ever wound me up so tightly that I feel like a coil, about to burst.
