Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“Stop trying to trick me into touching myself.”
Beckett leans in closer, his lips grazing my ear. “Stop pretending you don’t want to.”
A rush of heat pools between my legs.
“I…” I start, but the words catch in my throat.
“You what?” Will’s voice is low. Seductive.
It’s all so much, too much, but in the best possible way. The teasing, the way they’re both looking at me like I’m the only thing in the room that matters.
It’s addictive.
“I think I’d rather you touched me.”
There.
It’s out in the open.
Hanging in the ever-thickening air.
With a faint smile, Will leaves the whiskey on the table and walks toward us. My pulse speeds up when he settles on my other side, resting his hand against my hip. Beckett’s fingers curl over my thigh, stroking gently.
“We can stop anytime,” Will tells me. “Just say the word.”
I don’t want to stop. Not now, not when every nerve in my body is humming with anticipation. I turn my head and press my lips to Will’s, summoning a startled grunt followed by a groan of approval. The kiss is soft at first but quickly deepens as Beckett’s hand tightens on my thigh, his lips finding the curve of my neck.
Whatever nerves I had before melt away in the heat of their touch. Will’s tongue in my mouth. Beckett’s mouth exploring my neck. The movie plays on in the background, but none of us are paying attention to it anymore.
“C’mere.” Will lifts me up like I weigh nothing and tugs me onto the chaise, which lets us stretch out. He sits against the cushion and then pulls me toward him, nestling my back against his chest. “Let’s get you more comfortable.”
It’s hard to breathe again. And when I do manage to inhale, I’m inhaling his spicy scent, and it fogs my mind.
Beckett moves to sit on the edge of the chaise beside me, his hand slowly tracing circles on my thigh before traveling to the hem of my skirt, bunching it between his fingers.
“Should I pull up this skirt?” His voice is raspy. “What do you think, mate?”
“I think Charlie should ask you herself.” Will’s breath tickles my ear. “And say please.”
I squirm in anticipation. “You two are evil. Just pull up my skirt already.”
“Pull up your skirt what?” Will kisses my neck, dragging his lips up to my earlobe and sucking gently.
I whimper. “Please?”
“Good girl.”
Beckett lifts my skirt up to my waist, revealing my white bikini panties.
He groans. “We’re evil? You did this on purpose,” he accuses.
I toy with the tiny pink bow on my waistband, hiding a smile. “Maybe.”
“You realize that only makes me more determined to test this claim that you can come without making noise?”
“I promise you, I can.”
“Prove it.” He covers my knuckles with his palm, so now we’re both cupping my pussy.
I bite back a moan. “No fair. You’re making it harder for me.”
“Who said it was going to be easy?”
Will chuckles. “Man’s got a point. You claim you can be quiet. It’s our job to test your self-control. As a scientist, you should appreciate our diligence.”
“Don’t you dare bring science into this.”
Beckett nudges my hand aside and slides his own inside my panties. His fingers drift lower…and lower… I suck in a sharp breath when they make contact with my clit. The sensation is immediate, a familiar jolt of heat, a tight clench.
“You just made noise,” he taunts.
“Nuh-uh. Breathing is allowed. Nobody at the house can hear me breathing through the wall.”
His hand stills as he mulls it over. “Fine. We’ll allow it. But anything above heavy panting counts as sound.”
His hand starts moving again. Then disappears entirely.
Once again, I have to forcibly tamp down a groan. This one from sheer distress. But I needn’t worry. He’s just bringing his fingers to his mouth, licking them.
Relief flutters through me when he resumes his single-handed task of pleasuring me. The slick pads of his index and middle fingers glide over my clit, and I squirm again, enjoying the soft, torturous sensations.
Beckett smiles at my growing restlessness. “Remember, baby girl…not a sound.”
My heart races at the challenge. Will caresses my breast, squeezing with just the faintest pressure. I bite my lip, inhaling when his thumb plays with my nipple over my sweater, teasing it into a tight bud.
With each stroke of Beckett’s fingers against my clit, a moan threatens to escape, but I press my lips shut to stop it. My chest rises and falls with shallow breaths. I start trembling from the effort to keep quiet.
Will’s tongue circles my earlobe. “I can see how close you are. You want it so bad, don’t you? You want to scream.”
His breath against my skin elicits a hot shiver, and I nearly lose it right then, the pleasure building, coiling tighter and tighter. I clamp down on the sounds that hover in the back of my throat, barely holding on.