The Bet (Winslow Brothers 1)
“Hmm. Memories, huh?” she asks through a little giggle. “Kind of like how I’m still missing my favorite pair of black silk panties?”
“Exactly like your missing panties. Only, this time, you get to keep the drink.”
She quirks one curious brow in my direction. “But you’re still keeping my panties?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Is that something you do often, Jude? Collect women’s underwear?”
“Actually, no.” An amused laugh jumps from my lungs. “You’re the first.”
“The first of your collection?”
“Babe, it’s not a collection if there’s only one pair in it.” I flash a wink in her direction. “Though, I may add another pair tonight.”
She takes a long sip of her old-fashioned before turning in her seat and crossing her legs to face me. Her mouth quirks up in a mischievous smile as she leans closer to whisper, “What if I told you I’m not wearing anything under my dress right now?”
My gaze can’t stop itself from glancing down at the apex of her thighs, and my mind flirts with the reality that beneath the gold material lies her perfect pussy. But…is it magnificently bare?
I lick my lips. “Then I’d tell you to lean back and close your eyes because I’m about to lick your sweet cunt in front of a whole lot of people.”
When I finally lift my eyes back up and onto her face, she’s grinning like a little minx, her cheeks crimson with embarrassment. Whether it’s at the threatened gesture or my use of the c-word, I don’t know, but either way, it looks really sexy on her.
“Wow, okay. Well, don’t get too amped because I’m not going commando tonight.”
“So, there’s another pair of sexy panties beneath that dress?”
She nods.
A soft chuckle slips from my lungs, but also, outright satisfaction makes my mouth lift at the corners. “Good.”
“Good?” she asks. “Why is that good?”
“Because I want to add to my collection.”
She snorts. “You’re kind of a pervert, Jude. You know that?”
“What can I say?” I shrug one shoulder and lift my glass in the air. “You bring out the best in me, Sophie.”
“God, you’re incorrigible.” Her amused laughter is music to my ears, but when she lifts her glass to take another sip from her drink, my gaze homes in on her mouth. Her throat vibrates in the subtlest way as she swallows it down, and once she’s done, she licks a few drops from her lips and carefully sets the glass back down on the bar.
Fuck, the things I’d love to see that mouth of hers do.
But not right now. Not yet. Tonight’s game is focused on prolonging the anticipation.
So, instead, I purposefully place my hand on the bare skin of her thigh and squeeze tenderly.
Her eyes flash back to me, the depths of green curious and hopeful that my touch will lead to something, but I school my face into neutrality and pull my hand away to grab my drink off the bar and take a hearty pull of scotch.
Though, once my glass is back down on the marble, I reach out and lightly brush my fingers across her bare shoulder and slide a few rogue pieces of her hair behind her ear.
“You look stunning,” I tell her and move that pesky hand of mine back to her thigh. Though, this time, I just let my fingertips linger over the skin in a soft, delicate motion. Just enough to make her think about my touch, but not enough to give her any sort of satisfaction.
“T-thank you,” she whispers back, and I don’t miss the way her hips shift and fidget a little in her seat. By sexualizing things right out of the gate, I’ve got her right where I want her. Desperate and anticipatory, she doesn’t know when I’m going to touch her or how, and for the sake of her future orgasm, I’m going to do my best to keep it that way.
“So, tell me, how was your day?”
Her eyes search mine. “My…day?”
“Yeah, how was it?” I move my hand higher and higher up her thigh. “Good, I hope?” I add when my fingers skirt along the hem of her dress.
“Uh-huh…” She pauses, swallows, and her gaze dips down to where my hand meets her skin.
“That’s great to hear. I take it the event planning business is still booming?” I question, using small talk as a means to keep her wondering what in the fuck is happening.
“Um…what?” she blinks and looks up to meet my eyes, and I have to fight back the urge to smile.
“The event planning business? It’s still booming?”
“Oh…uh…yeah…I guess you could say that.” She shrugs, and her ability to concentrate almost comes back at full force.
That is, until I slip my fingertips beneath the hem of her dress. But my hand is still only on her upper thigh. And still too far from where she’s most likely awaiting my next move with a wet and wanting little pussy.