Page 108 of Right Man, Right Time
“Ask for what?” I say, barely able to breathe from my pounding heart.
“What you want.” He slides his fingers even closer, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
Fuck I want it.
So badly, I’m willing to put aside all of the frustration, the contract, and the entire night, just to come on his hand.
“Touch me,” I whisper.
“Where?” he asks.
I swallow again, and he hums in approval. “Everywhere,” I answer just as he growls and slides his finger down my slit.
“Soaking,” he says as his finger connects with my clit.
“Yes,” I moan and rest my head against his shoulder. “Fuck me with your fingers.”
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” he says, his voice turning menacing again, and before I can reply, he removes his hand and releases me.
I fall into the wall, empty, cold . . . unsatisfied.
I stand there, stunned, panting . . . in need of release so bad that I place my arm over my breasts to conceal them and turn around to face him.
“You prick,” I say. “I never pushed you that far.”
He drags his hand over his mouth as his eyes trail down my body. “I told you not to fuck with me.”
He moves past me and heads toward the door. “Is this all some kind of game to you?” I ask, walking down the hallway as well, keeping my breasts covered because he doesn’t deserve to see them.
“You made it a game tonight,” he says, turning on me.
“I made it a game?” I ask. “You’re the one who threatened me tonight and forced me to join you.”
“I wouldn’t have had to force you if you had abided by the contract.”
“You didn’t even need my help anyway. I saw the way you were sitting so intimately with Sarah.”
His eyes turn murderous as he says, “I told her to get the fuck away from me. What part of that don’t you understand?”
“The part where you allowed her to touch your inner thigh. And why did you even need me there? I was useless.”
“You were anything but useless,” he yells.
“Prove it. What could I have possibly offered—”
“A shield,” he yells. “You were my goddamn shield. I don’t want to be around Sarah, I don’t even want to be near her, especially since Posey said she’s trying to win me back.” He takes a deep breath and pulls on the back of his neck. “I don’t . . . I don’t want her knowing she has a chance. That’s what you’re for. That’s what this was all about. It’s not my goddamn fault that you’re using me a different way, a way to get ahead.”
My eyes narrow. “I told you I wasn’t going to do that article. Jesus, Silas. Are you even listening to yourself?”
“Are you listening to yourself? Fuck, Ollie. I told you I don’t want Sarah. If I want anyone at this fucking point, it’s you.” Frustrated, he growls out an angry “Fuck” before he heads toward the door again.
“Wait,” I say, running up to him and standing in front of the door.
In a defeated voice, he says, “Move.”
“No, I’m not going to let you leave like this.”
“Oliana,” he says, unable to look at me. “Just let me go.”
