Page 67 of Finding Romance
“You know what,” I murmur, while setting down my cards. Two can play at this game and I have the upper hand.
I take my free hand and slide it up her thigh, pushing her panties aside and running my fingers through her damp folds. She lets out a small whimper.
“You’re wet for me,” I whisper.
“Yes,” she answers as I push one finger inside her. “Kasen,” she manages.
“Shhh. We have time,” I assure her.
“But…” She trails off as I slide a second finger inside her. Part of me wants to splay her out on the floor and taste her, but I sort of like having her locked against me. I like feeling her willingly give up control to me as I pleasure her.
“That’s right, baby. Feel how good that is,” I say as I use my thumb to circle her clit.
Her breath hitches and she grips my thighs. I can feel her chest rising and falling against my arm that’s wrapped around it.
“You’re so close. Grind against my hand,” I demand. She pushes her pelvis against me and I feel her muscles begin to clench.
Her head tips back and her mouth falls open in a silent cry, her body trembling against me. Then she slumps back, breathing hard. I pull my fingers from her and suck them clean.
“That’ll have to do for now,” I declare as I loosen my grip on her. In the distance, I hear the sirens.
I straighten her panties and dress. I’m about to help her to stand when there’s a noise from the elevator roof. We both look up and then at each other.
“Troy?” I ask.
It’s silent and then we hear, “meow.”
“Licorice?” I ask.
“Gray and Roxy’s cat?” she questions as I help her to stand, while I start examining the small opening in the ceiling of the elevator that’s currently closed.
“Yep,” I explain as I reach up and then grab my pocket knife on my keyring to unscrew the panel. I begin to lift it down when suddenly a whole bunch of stuff falls down into the elevator.
“Look out,” I say as I step back and put an arm out to protect Piper. Random artifacts rain down from the top of the panel I just removed. I set it down and we look at the items on the floor. There are cat toys, candy wrappers, screws, a half-eaten Twizzler, two gumballs, a bracelet made of beads, a pen, some tips from one of those cake piping things, four hair ties, a piece of newspaper, a cork from a wine bottle, and a few other items that are half-covered by things.
“No fucking way,” Piper whispers loudly as she leans over and picks up a necklace, and not just any necklace, Cornelia’s missing necklace.
“Meow!”
We both look up and see two green eyes staring down at us.
“Licorice!” I scold.
The cat begins to jump down and I quickly catch it. It grips on to me, and I yelp as it embeds its nails into my shoulder.
“Fuck!” I yelp.
Licorice uses me a springboard and jumps back up through the hole in the elevator ceiling.
“It’s OK, sweetie,” Piper coos. I glare at her as I try to inspect my shoulder.
“What about me?” I grumble.
“Oh, come here, I’m sure you’re going to be fine,” she says as she pulls on my shirt. “Can you just take your shirt off so I can examine it?” she asks, stuffing the necklace into a pocket on her dress.
I unbutton my shirt and peel it off.
“Oh, shit, he really got you,” she says.
