Page 87 of Split or Swallow

“The real question is whether you’re wet whenever I’m around.”

Tem’s heart felt like it was about to leap from her chest. Leo’s lips were just brushing her skin, the sensation impossible to ignore. His teeth nipped her earlobe.

“Are you wet, Tem?” he whispered.

Tem was.

She couldn’t help it. She knew it was the last thing Leo deserved from her. But his mouth was near her neck. And he smelled good. And the way his body looked under his shirt was making her want things she had absolutely no business wanting. So she said:

“You tell me.”

At her words, Leo’s entire demeanor changed. Where before he’d been pointedly detached, now his eyes narrowed with determined focus. Without a moment’s hesitation, Leo slid his hand through the slit of her dress. She hadn’t worn any underclothing—the tight fabric hadn’t allowed for it. Leo’s jaw clenched when he realized this.

“Fuck, Tem.”

Tem’s lungs seemed to contract as his hand dove between her legs to feel exactly how wet she was for him. She gasped as he slipped one, then two, then three fingers inside her. When he went for the fourth, Tem pushed his hand away.

Leo smirked.

“That’s all I get?”

“We only have sixty seconds.”

His smirk deepened. “I never turned the hourglass.”

He had a point there.

“Besides,” he continued. “I’m in charge. If I want to keep you longer, I will.”

“Could you get any more entitled?”

“Yes. I could. I could argue that I’m entitled to your cunt, whether you want to give it to me or not.”

Tem raised her chin in defiance.

“You’re not entitled to any part of me.”

Her response seemed to amuse Leo.

“Always such a fucking tease, Tem.”

Tem grit her teeth.

“If I’m such a tease, why bother keeping me around?”

To her surprise, Leo laughed.

“If you think being a tease would turn me off, you don’t know me at all.”

He always wants what he can’t have.

Tem looked up at Leo, who held her gaze calmly. It was unnerving how nothing seemed to phase him, especially considering how many whiskeys he’d had since the start of the evening. Tem felt as if she could say anything at all and he wouldn’t even blink. She decided to test that theory:

“What if I never let you fuck me?”

He tilted his head, considering her.

“Is that a threat?”