Page 32 of Hard Wired

Chapter Eleven

Dominic’s fingers were pumping inside her, stroking her clit. Playing her body like an instrument. Sylvie had never felt anything so fucking good.

It was going to happen.

She was going to come.

God, she could feel it. So close. So close.

He knew it, too, if that naughty grin was any indication. She felt his erection against her hip. It had slipped out of her hand. But what if his cock was inside of her instead? Wouldn’t that feel even better?

No, she had to focus on this moment. She’d said no getting naked for a reason.

Don’t get distracted.

His fingers were all she needed. His talented, long fingers. Tension was building inside of her, begging for release.

Yet she’d been here before. So many times. And it had never worked.

Stop thinking that.

Sylvie closed her eyes, trying to concentrate. Was she taking too long? Was his hand getting tired?

“Ow.”

“Sorry, is that too much?” He slowed down.

“It’s, um…” Shit. She’d gone dry.

Dominic pulled his fingers away and sucked on them, then replaced them just as fast. She felt the extra moisture, but her body wasn’t cooperating anymore. The friction had suddenly turned painful. Like some switch had flipped.

“Want me to get lube? I have some in my bedroom.”

Embarrassment rushed through her, drying her out even more. “No. It’s okay. I’m done.” She wrapped her fist around his cock again. “I almost forgot about you.”

“But you’re not finished.”

“I’m good. It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not.” He kissed her neck. “We can take a break, but don’t worry. I’ll get you there. I’m not in a hurry if you’re not.”

“I’m getting sore. It’s not your fault.”

“Give me a chance.” He licked the corner of his mouth. “Couldn’t we bend the rules a little and take off your jeans? I could do so much better with my tongue.”

Gah. That idea made her breath catch. But it wouldn’t work. Nothing would work.

He must’ve seen the agony on her face. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have said that. You made your rules clear.”

Sylvie sat up, tugging her jeans back into place.

“Whoa, wait a second. Come back. I’ll behave.”

“I’m not in the mood anymore.”

“Sylvie.”

She walked over the table, eyes stinging.

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