Page 40 of His Twisted Game

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Do you wantme,Fiona?”

She blushed, touching her cheek. Her answer was almost inaudible: “Yes.”

Warmth pumped through my veins, surging to my cock. “Spread your legs.”

Her lips parted, her eyes cast on me.

“Don’t think,” I instructed. I moved an ottoman in front of her, then sat down. I gripped her knees, forcing them apart. “Act. Do what you want.”

Finally, her knees parted more. She arched her lower back. Her pussy lips rubbed her pants, rocking on the couch.

“Does that feel good?” I asked. “Letting yourself go like that?”

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes flickering, but she met mine once again. Her nipples pebbled under that thin button-up shirt, teasing me.

“Unbutton your blouse,” I ordered.

Her lips closed. She glanced at the office door. “Sawyer, I—”

“They can’t see you.” I smiled, then; she had said my name. I motioned toward the window. “And if anyone can see you down there, they won’t be able to tell who you are. It’s thrilling, isn’t it?” I rubbed my cock through my pants, my eyes focused on her. “Letting yourself be my little plaything.”

“Sawyer,” she murmured, both full of embarrassment and desire.

My eyes moved to those black buttons. “Do it, Fiona,” I said in a low voice. “Before I do it for you.”

She paused, her tongue flickering over her lips. Her movements were clumsy, hesitant over that first button, getting stuck over the next, but then she picked up speed, not giving herself a chance to think.

Good. She was learning to give herself over to her desires, then.

My phone buzzed again. I ignored it.

The fabric of her shirt hung down at the sides, exposing the space between her breasts, each heavy curve ripe. I salivated, caressing the bulge of my dick through my trousers.

“Take off your pants,” I said.

She closed her eyes, then her palms clenched the fabric of the sofa.

“Sawyer,” she murmured again.

She needed more encouragement then.

“We’re playing a game,” I whispered. “That’s all. And trust me when I say that this is me playing nice.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “You’re my sister’s brother-in-law,” she whispered.

As if that meant anything to me. I was the one who had put her sister on my family’s radar in the first place. I pulled the ottoman forward, then gripped the back of her head.

“And you kissed me last night,” I said. “As far as family love is concerned, you’ve already broken that rule.”

She bit her bottom lip, then puffed out her cheeks. “You’re my boss.”

“You know what, Fiona?” I breathed down onto her. “I don’t care.”

She licked her lips again, then finally stood, unbuttoning her pants, easing them down over her hips, showing me those soft thighs. As she settled on the sofa again, her sensitive skin pressed against the fabric, my cock twitched, growing for her.

“Spread yourself,” I said. “I want to see your cunt.”