Page 113 of His Reckoning

She narrows her eyes at me as she stays completely still.

Stubborn. That’s Kayla’s real problem.

“Absolutely not,” she says unsurprisingly.

She doesn’t make any effort to move or get rid of her laptop. This is how I know she wants it. She just doesn’t want to admit it.

Words aren’t going to cut it. I’ll have to convince her another way.

I slowly move my right hand from her knee up to her inner thigh, gliding my fingertips along her smooth skin. Instead of pushing me away, she opens her legs wider.

But she does not write. She just watches me with a look of anger in her eyes. That anger is my fuel.

Her red lace underwear is just in sight. My dick hardens as I think about what’s underneath until I realize she wore that, knowing she was going on a date with another man.

No. That won’t do. I am going to make sure she only thinks of me when she puts those on in the future.

With my other hand still on her knee, I push that leg slightly up and to the side to get more access. I let my fingers now slide up the rest of the way until they hit her warm center.

She huffs out a breath that sounds like she’s annoyed but turned on at the same time. Because she knows she is not going to stop me.

Satisfaction pulls briefly at the corner of my mouth. Instead, I harness that energy into making her crazy.

My thumb moves to her clit, and I rub slow circles around it. Her face looks tortured, like she can’t decide whether to smack me or let me continue.

I could probably prove my point right now, but I’d rather draw it out. I want her begging.

Just like the woman in her book. Fuck. The thought of her writing that scene still gets me hard instantly.

I take my hand away and tuck a finger inside the seam of her panties, then pull it, exposing her pussy to me.

I falter for a moment, completely entranced by how perfect she looks with her glistening pink pussy on full display. But this isn’t about me or how crazy this woman makes me.

Because I know she does.

Her wet pussy proves it, even if she’s not willing to admit it—yet. This is so much more than her admitting I help her write. It’s her accepting that despite how much she claims to despise me and everything I stand for … she wants me.

I move my thumb down to her entrance and soak up all the evidence she tries to reject. Then I move it back to her clit and continue to massage.

Her jaw has fallen slack, and a tiny gasp leaves her mouth.

This time, I can’t help but smile. “Do you still want to deny it, Kayla?”

I continue to move my thumb over her clit as I watch and wait for her reply.

“It’s …” she starts but appears to lose her train of thought as I increase the speed. “I’m … not …”

She can’t even finish her sentence. She knows there’s no use in denying it. That’s not enough. I want to hear her say it.

I pull my thumb away, and her face looks visibly disappointed. Then I push two fingers inside of her pussy, and her body goes wild. She moans loudly as her ass leaves the couch.

Fuck, my dick is begging to come out and join the fun. This woman is becoming impossible to resist. I hate it. But, fuck, do I love it at the same time.

I move my fingers up and down, working her G-spot every time they curve back up. She is a panting mess at this point.

“Oh God, Sawyer,” she shouts.

My name on her lips. I’ve been in boardrooms, making billion-dollar deals, but nothing is as rewarding as hearing this stubborn, pain-in-the-ass woman scream my name.