Page 131 of Just for the Plot

Can he see how hard my nipples are?

Does he see the pleasure and pain he’s giving me all at the same time?

I can’t even look up to see if he’s noticing what he’s doing to me. If he sees the war raging inside of me, even though it’s a pretty heavy one-sided war right now, the bad choices taking the win at the moment.

His finger slides along my slit again, but this time, he presses down, the pad of his pointer finger lightly dancing over my clit before he repeats the move, up and down, up and down.

“Fuck,” I groan, unable to hold back as his featherlike touches start to make me mad with desire.

So mad that I drop my book and slide my hand down his forearm, to the top of his hand that’s touching me. With my finger on top of his, I push him farther, sliding him all the way down, and all the way back up.

“Yes,” I whisper as I release and he repeats the technique, not just focusing on one spot of pleasure, but giving me full range, all the way to the back and to the front. Inside and out.

Gliding, sliding, thumping, his technique is unlike anything I’ve felt before and it’s probably why it’s making it feel like he’s pulling every last ounce of control from me, like he’s gathering every nerve, muscle, and bone and twisting it in the best way possible, to the greatest feeling that makes everything feel numb even though the pleasure is so intense.

“Fuck…yes,” I say as my hips thrust up into his hand. “Make me come.”

I can’t even think about the fact that I just said that to Bennett.

Not even a little.

Because my mind is racing, racing for pleasure. Racing for a man I shouldn’t be with.

Racing with the idea that this is what it’s supposed to feel like.

Attraction.

Temptation.

Desire.

It’s supposed to make you lose your mind, to forget all outside perspective and just feel.

And that’s exactly what he’s doing.

“Fuck…Bennett,” I say as he dips his fingers inside of me, two of them, grazing my inner walls before he pulls out, tapping along my clit with short precise strokes. My gasp is caught on my lips as he slips two fingers inside me again and curls up, only to pull out and vibrate his fingers against my clit.

It pulls at me.

Tugs.

Wars against my ability to hold strong.

But I can’t. It’s twisting and pulling, and fuck…I’m going to come.

My brain starts to muddle into darkness. My focus is right between my legs as he builds me up and up and up until…

“Fuck!” I yell as I crest, my orgasm yanking me from reality and right into a space where only white-hot pleasure exists.

And I ride it.

I ride that feeling, humping his hand over and over again until there’s nothing left to give.

“Oh…my…God,” I whisper as my legs clamp around his hand for a moment, my body trying to calm down from the shock.

After what feels like minutes of me throbbing against his palm, Bennett slowly removes his hand, and as I glance up toward him, looking for any sort of answer, he brings his fingers up to his mouth, staring down at me as he sucks them, lapping up every last drop of arousal.

And it’s the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.