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“Great…you’re doing great,” I fumble for words before handing him back his phone. “You’ve got some options. Let me know if you need help with a preset or caption. I’m happy to help.”
August nods, inspecting my work. “Tenley,” he says expressionless as I turn to walk away.
I stop. “Yeah?”
“Can you come here for a second?” He motions to the empty space in front of him.
I keep my distance but comply. “What’s up?”
“Closer,” his soft voice commands.
“I think I’m close enough.” My heart rate climbs.
All he does is shake his head, and I find myself obeying. Standing between his outstretched legs, putting me less than a foot from his chest.
“Okay, I’m here. Now, what is it?” I’m fighting to stay calm. It’s useless. He’s not even touching me. Not giving me any inkling that he even will, and my core is throbbing.
That’s when I feel it. The soft touch of his fingertips coasting up the back of my bare legs. “August,” I whimper slightly. “What…what are you doing?”
“I want you to let me help you,” he says, eyes drilled into mine with an intensity that makes me twitchy. “Maybe we can help each other.”
I gulp. “How? What do you mean?” My voice is erratic and shaky. His fingers coast to my hips, running soft circles in place. I’d be surprised if I weren’t leaking down my legs at this point.
“I heard you last night,” he admits, and embarrassment washes over me. “I can help with that, you know?”
Damn it.I didn’t know he was home. The bastard was snooping.
“You were eavesdropping on my room? We made rules for a reason, August.”
“Mama, nothing about listening was in the rules. Again, we never discussed the fine print. It wouldn’t have mattered, though. You were loud enough to hear from my bed.”
I know my face is the brightest red. It has to be because I’ve never experienced this level of embarrassment. My sexual frustrations have always been dealt with in private. In my space.
I keep forgetting I’m sharing that space with someone else now.
“Hey,” August says sweetly, wrapping his hands around my thighs. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. It was sexy as hell, Tenley.”
I finally gain the courage to meet his stare again. “I…you weren’t supposed to hear that. I’m just…pregnancy is making me feel?—”
“Horny?” August asks, his tone deep with lust.
I nod because I can’t deny it. He heard me, and there’s no coming back from that. “Yeah. I am.”
I feel breathless.
My body buzzes as August leans forward and places a soft kiss on the center of my belly before sliding his thumb across the cusp of my clit. The contact is unexpected, yet everything I crave. His touch is against the fabric of my silky shorts, but he might as well have plunged deep with the way my body responds.
I almost collapse on a moan, but two strong arms hold me up and gently sit me across his thighs. Thighs that are so fucking wide, making me spread vulnerably for him.
“Relax. Let me take care of you,” August whispers breathlessly, his voice remaining calm. “Spread your legs wide. Let me see that needy cunt.”
Good god. I don’t have the willpower to refuse. The need to get off has been building up inside of me for weeks now, and August is offering to take care of it for me.
Only a fool would say no.
“Just this once,” I whimper. I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince at this point.
“You’re soaked, Tenley.” He sweeps his thumb underneath the thin fabric. I sleep panty-less, giving him direct access to my core. “Fuck. You’ve been aching, haven’t you, beautiful? Dealing with this throbbing when I could have made you feel better all this time.”
