Page 131 of The Sweetest Return

Then back at me.

“You came out here in my robe with this pretty pussy already wet for me?”

I heard my breath fill the suite.

“Dre.”

“No.” His fingers moved again, slow and filthy, spreading the mess I had made of myself. “Don’t Dre me now. You knew what you were doing.”

“I was hungry.”

His eyes lifted to mine. “I’m about to feed you.”

The words moved through me so hard my thighs shook.

His fingers dragged higher, circling my clit slowly. Then he stopped.

Completely.

My body tightened around the pause.

His eyes dropped again, focused now.

“Well, damn.”

His thumb touched the tiny ring, and whatever laugh I might have tried to find broke into a gasp.

Dre’s gaze came back to mine, darker than before.

“You got this pierced too?”

“Yes.”

“How long?”

“A few years.”

“Sensitive?”

“Very.”

He circled it lightly, careful enough to make my stomach pull tight and my fingers grip his shoulders.

“I can tell.”

“Dre.”

“Does it feel good when I touch it?”

“Yes.”

His thumb moved again, catching the ring with just enough pressure to make my hips jerk.

He watched the reaction with a low sound in his chest.

“That’s what I thought.”

He kissed me then, slow and deep, his tongue sliding against mine until I tasted the restraint he was still trying to hold onto. I climbed deeper into his lap without thinking, robe falling open around us, and his hands caught my waist like he had been waiting all day for me to stop pretending.