The Engagement Gift(9)
She gasped, her lips forming an O, her eyes widening.
Yes, now we were getting somewhere.
I kept going, heading down this path. “What if Penn Badgley walked by?”
She bit down on her bottom lip, as if fighting like hell not to cry out. But a broken gust of pleasure seemed to cross her lips. And her hips, dear God, her sexy hips were grinding and rocking against my hand.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I asked.
She nodded, murmuring a shuddery, “Yes.”
“What if he stopped, opened the door, and saw how hard you like to be fucked with my fingers?”
She trembled, her hips going wild, bucking.
“Bet my dirty girl would like to show him how hard she comes, let him hear how loud she is.”
She groaned louder, and I slammed my free hand against her mouth, covering her. “You would, wouldn’t you?”
A nod against my palm was her answer.
“You’d be so goddamn loud,” I whispered. “He’d know you like it in public. He’d know you like it every way I give it to you.”
Her eyes squeezed shut. Her expression tightened. That look of approaching bliss spread across her face.
Now was my chance to push, to find out. “Bet you’d even like it if he wanted to fuck you too.”
She tensed all over, stilled for a long, terrifying moment. Had I gone too far? Suggested too much?
But then she was shaking, falling apart on my hand here in the store with the celebrity lookalike no more than twenty feet away.
I hadn’t gone too far at all.
Her skin was flushed, the sexiest shade of pink I’d ever seen.
When she opened her eyes and I slid my fingers out of her, she trembled, grabbed my arm like she’d fall if she didn’t hold on to me, and simply whispered, “Wow.”
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
She licked her lips. “Do you really have to ask?”
I raised my hand, wiggled my fingers in front of my face, and sucked her juices off, savoring the taste of her orgasm.
*
We bought the silver bullet, the devil costume, and a new dolphin, too, since she said hers was losing power.
In the parking lot, I opened the door for her, then stopped her with a hand on her waist.
I met her eyes. “You know, with me, you can have anything?”
“I can?” Her voice rose higher than usual, nerves lining it.
“Yes,” I said emphatically. “All you have to do is ask.”
She didn’t ask for her dirty internet fantasy.
Instead, she said, “Can you take me to the club? The one where I told you all my fantasies?”
Everything was coming together.
*
But not that night.
She had an early morning interview with the Yankees general manager via remote, so we agreed to go Thursday night.
By the time Thursday came around, our group of friends had asked what we were up to, and Lily and I turned the night at Edge into a group event, as we often did.
Jake and Kate and Nina and Adam, and plenty of others would join us.
We’d all go.
And that might be just what the dirty doctor ordered.
5
Lily
On Thursday afternoon, my phone pinged with a text.
I tore my focus away from the research I was doing for my upcoming conference session this weekend to read the note.
Finn: Tonight, wear something insanely sexy that’ll make me hard all night long.
Finn: Wait. That’s you in anything and everything.
Finn: Because I fucking love you, and I love fucking you.
The club.
The last place I’d voiced all my dirty dreams. It had been my idea, my suggestion. The vibe, the music, the feel—it seemed to set me free.
Could I do it tonight? Say it? Reveal the next level in my after-dark fantasies?
A knot of worry tightened in me, but right alongside that I felt . . . possibility.
I wrote back.
Lily: Will you wear your sexy lawyer costume? Because I love seeing you in a suit and tie. Men in ties are hot, but you in a tie is the hottest.
I sent the note, picturing tonight, hearing his words. You know, with me, you can have anything . . . all you have to do is ask.
The other night at the sex-toy shop had been a revelation.
We’d never gone that far, never pushed those limits to include others. Real people. All our other games had been made-up; all the other people we pretended had seen us were unknown.
True, I didn’t know the clerk’s name, but he was flesh and blood and all man. He’d been twenty feet away while I went flying off the cliff, Finn’s fingers deep inside me.
But what shocked me most was Finn. He’d started it. He’d brought the man at the register into our sex game. He was skating so close to what I’d entertained only in my head.
Bet you’d even like it if he wanted to fuck you too.
Those words from him had detonated me. But they’d seemed to unleash him, too. When we went home that night, we hadn’t even made it through the door. He’d fucked me in the car in the parking garage of our building, my wrists pinned over my head, my legs wrapped around his waist.