Page 59 of Payback
Need pools in my belly as he uses my hands to wash the first plate, his fingers sliding between mine in sexy, slippery strokes. As he reaches down for the next plate, I feel his thick cock pressing against my backside.
I lie my head back on his chest. “See?” I husk, glancing over my shoulder and down at his erection. “You’re already struggling.”
“So are you, mooi,” he says with a smirk, grinding against me. “And don’t forget I have your panties, so pretty soon you’re going to feel that wetness slide down your legs.”
“Oh, am I?”
He nods and presses his lips to my shoulder. “It might even be a little bit of me.”
That thought sends a shiver up my spine and the need inside of me grows.
His breath tickles my skin as he whispers in my ear, “Icouldhelp you with that feeling that’s stirring inside of you. But instead, you’re going to have to suffer through it all the way home tonight.”
“I’m going home?” I ask, turning on my heel to face him.
He remains flush against my body, his hands caging me in. “I mean, you’re welcome to sleep here, but you’re not getting my cock out of these trousers again.”
His dirty talk has my eyes flashing to his groin, which is literally straining behind his jeans. I clear my throat and reply, “Well that’s good because you’re not getting these breasts out of this dress again.”
He bites his lip and glances down at my chest. “You’re not going to win this battle, Lis. I’m an athlete. We’re made of stronger stuff than most.”
I roll my eyes, annoyed that he has me right where he wants me. Jutting out my chin, I press my finger to his chest and say, “Well, I’m a Harris. You don’t even want to know what we’re made of.”
