Page 40 of Sour Notes

“But—”

He closes my mouth with one finger and takes another step forward, crowding me against the hallway wall.

Ohhhh shit. Mayday, mayday.

“You thought you could use me because you knew I was so damn sorry about Halloween.”

“That’s not how it⁠—”

Fuck, his body presses against me now.

The whole thing. I’m literally pinned against the wall… and I like it.

Goddammit.

Since when do I get a major lady boner for this man trapping me in small spaces?

“Don’t lie to me, Mia. That’s exactly how it was. It’s ok. I don’t blame you. What I did was wrong, I take full responsibility for Halloween.” He pauses, hurt flashing in his eyes.

“But you wouldn’t give me the chance to do that. To apologize. Instead, you not only lied to me, you’ve lied to our whole family. They think we’re in a fucking relationship now.”

Fuck.

He sends my pulse thundering when his hand skates down the length of my body, before his fingers skim the front of my thigh.

“They think you're mine, Mia.” His hand caresses my pussy. “That this is mine.”

Up and down.

Those thick fingers make me forget how to breathe, my hips thrusting forward of their own accord.

A wicked grin spreads across his face, his brow arching while he tilts his head, not breaking eye contact for a second.

“Looks like something wants to be mine. That pretty pussy can’t stop grinding against my fingers. She’s not a liar. She wants me to sink my fingers into her, and fuck her until she breaks apart, doesn’t she?”

Apparently, this pretty pussy has taken control of my mouth and I only let out an undignified mewl in response.

He presses two fingers at my entrance, grinding the denim against me.

Oh god.

If he tells me to strip and let him fuck me against this wall, I’ll drop my pants faster than Sonic can run.

My heart hammers in my ears while his fingers continue their assault, focusing on my clit.

Fuck.

He’s gonna make me come without even undoing my fucking jeans.

My head falls back against the wall and I hear a low growl of satisfaction. He slips his fingers to press on my entrance again, harder this time, making me gasp.

Then…

Nothing…

NOTHING…

His hand falls away and he steps back, crossing his arms with a smirk while he leans against the wall opposite me.