Page 63 of Your Two Lips
“But you can picture me in this underwear all through dinner,” she whispered as she passed me, ghosting her palm along my erection, which was already testing the zipper’s strength. “You can think about how you get to unwrap this dress to find what’s waiting for you, wet and begging.”
Damn. I swallowed, then the realization hit me. “Emily. Are you edging me?”
She blushed. “I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.” That mouth. Yes, she fucking did.
“Well, allow me to show you.” I stepped toward her. Taking her in, I trailed my finger down her neck as I leaned in to smell her hair and rub my stubbly chin against the porcelain skin, leaving a small red mark. She inhaled sharply and leaned back to watch that one finger slide over her breast and skim the nipple, already beaded against the sheer lace I could only picture now. My finger moved lower, teasing along her hip, finding the edge of the dress. Holding her gaze, I slipped inside. I brushed her mound and caressed the edge of the fine silk and lace there. Her breaths were uneven and coming quickly.
“Don’t move, Em. Be still, or I won’t move.”
She settled.
I grazed my finger lower over the silk covering her center. “You’re already wet.” She nodded, and my finger paused until she stilled again. I skimmed along the top of her panties and slipped my hand inside, sliding lower. She was swollen and pulsing as I caressed her clit. I kept the rhythm slow and gentle with light pressure. Her hips shifted, trying to increase the connection, and I stopped. “No, baby, stay still.”
“Finn.” It was a desperate plea, and I loved it. “I want … I want to ...”
I maintained the rhythm, still going slow. “I know, baby. Are you close?”
“Yes. A little more, Finn, please.”
I brought my fingers up and out of her panties then licked them. I took her hand. “Let’s go to dinner.”
The restaurant extendedthe hotel’s dark woods, and hundreds of wine bottles were racked along the deep red walls. Sitting, Emily squirmed as she crossed her legs. I wouldn’t be the only one with a hard-on all through dinner.
The food was nice. She was nicer. I was too drunk on her to notice any prices. They didn’t matter, anyway. I was in a trance. I could barely look away to eat. Warm bread dripped oil on her lips and made them shine. Every time she took a bite of the delicate scallops she ordered; my dick got harder. I wanted to gulp my pork chop and pull her into the nearest dark hallway. This edging shit was real.
We ordered the chocolate pecan bread pudding and a bottle of some full-bodied red they recommended. Our waiter informed us we could have it delivered to our room if that would be more comfortable. Hell yes. He was reading my mind.
He returned with the bill. “Your dessert is on its way to your room now.”
“Thank you,” I said with a nod, and I reached for my wallet as he walked off.
“No, no, put it on the room.”
“Emily, I can pay for dinner.”
“I know you can.” She leaned in, taking the case and signing her name. “But this is quicker, and I may burn up if you don’t touch my body soon.” Her eyes were dark, her voice breathy. “Please, Finn. I need you to make me come.” Well, hell. What were we talking about?
As we stood to leave, a woman with shocking white hair and wearing colorful jewels approached Emily’s chair from the side.
“Emily Rutherford, I thought that was you.”
“Mrs. Mansfeld. Hello.” The interest in the woman’s eyes dulled as she glanced at me. “Allow me to introduce my companion. This is Finn Bakker. Finn, Colleen Mansfeld.” How did she switch like that so quickly? She just asked me to make her come, and the next second you would have thought she was talking to the Queen.
I nodded at Mrs. Mansfeld, who had already turned back to Emily.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you at any of the Children’s Museum benefits this year. You were so involved before …” She glanced at me.
Emily clasped her hands in front of her, her nervous tell. “I’ve been away in Perry Harbor since April.” Not moved to Perry Harbor?
“Oh, yes, that area is beautiful. Gerald and I have been through there a few times on the boat. It is nice to get away from the city. Gerald is considering buying a distillery or something here.” She waved a be-ringed hand around. “We met with them today, and I couldn’t leave all this fresh air. Plus, this chef does a wonderful scallop. Oh, I see Gerald at the door. Let’s talk soon. I’d love to see you in a board position with the Museum or even the Children’s Theater if that suits better.”
“What an honor. Thank you,” Emily said. With a nod at us both, Mrs. Mansfeld whirled off.
“Mansfeld as in Mansfeld paper?” I asked.
“That’s the one.”
“Board member sounds important.”
