Page 207 of Where We Stay

It started innocently.

Mostly.

“You’re doing that thing again,” she says.

“What thing?”

“Pretending you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.”

I look over at her.

I scoff, smirking. “I’m watching the movie.”

“What’s happening?”

I glance at the screen.

No fucking idea.

“Something with a car.”

Blair laughs. “Convincing.”

My thumb drifts higher.

Her laugh disappears.

I keep traveling higher, until I get to the hem of her panties.

Blair gasps, opening her legs for me.

Using my fingers, I push her panties to the side, granting me access.

“Already ready for me, Miss Morgan?” I groan, she’s already so fucking wet.

“I’m always ready.” She moans as I slide a finger into her.

I keep going until she is on the edge, writhing beneath me, and I pull away.

“Are you fucking kidding?” Her head shoots up, and she’s pissed.

I raise a brow, lifting my hands, teasing the fuck out of her.

She climbs on top of me, ripping my shirt off. Then ever so slowly, lifting hers up until her tits are right in line with my face.

“You want to make me beg for it, Mr. Ashford?”

“Never.”

I bring her face down to mine, kissing her deep and hard.

This woman will be the death of me.

Forty One

Blair

Dean’s eyes pin me in place. The hunger in them shoots straight between my legs.