Page 122 of The Sun & Her Burn

My God, how was I supposed to resist the temptation?

Linnea arched her back as she dipped a finger inside herself, and the unraveling thread of my control finally snapped.

I stalked out from my hiding spot toward where she lay.

Her eyes opened slowly, completely unsurprised by my appearance.

I wondered if she had known all along I was watching, the little minx, and decided I didn’t care. If she wanted to goad me, I would show her just how dangerous a game I liked to play.

I sat on the lounge chair across from her with my forearms braced on my thighs, my glass dangling between my legs, and I studied her.

A flush spilled from her cheeks down her throat to her chest, even her nipples pinked.

“Just what,” I asked in a low, sinuous growl, “do you think you are doing, Linnea Kai?”

“Thinking about you,” she said seamlessly, her legs working restlessly as she dragged a finger over her clit.

“Were you?” I murmured.

She nodded, trapping her lower lip between her teeth before saying, “And Sebastian.”

“Ah,” I crooned, completely lost to the heathen side of myself as if I had been possessed by another spirit, one that did not care about legal obligations or emotional consequences. Only about sex and sin. “And what were we doing in these fantasies?”

“Touching me. Touching each other,” she breathed, her lids so heavy I could barely see through her lashes to the violet centers.

“Show me how we were touching you,” I told her, sinking into that cool, calm place where everything felt under my control. “I want to watch you touch yourself while you tell me how Seb and I would please you.”

A small sound like a truncated whimper escaped her parted lips as she cupped both of her breasts through her wet bikini top, her nipples clearly defined beneath the thin fabric.

“You both have big hands,” she rasped. “Whenever I look at them, I wonder what they would feel like on my breasts and tweaking my nipples.”

“Pinch them,” I ordered her, leaning back on my hands in the seat as if I had all the time in the world to impassively watch her perform for me. “Harder.”

She gasped as she obeyed me, her back arching slightly off the chaise.

“Pull the fabric aside.”

Her fingers fumbled in their haste to do so, pulling the wet material to the outside of each breast so they were plumped together and framed by the yellow fabric.

My mouth watered, and I had to flex my hands around my glass and the edge of the chair to keep from touching her. Restraining both of us, though, was half the fun.

“So pretty,” I praised, watching as the flush on her chest deepened. “What do you suppose Sebastian would say if he could see you now? Touching yourself while you thought about him.”

She licked her lips. “I think he would come over and offer to touch me himself.”

“Do you?” I drawled.

“Yes,” she said defiantly. Even as she continued to writhe, she pulled and pinched at her reddening nipples. “He would, even if you won’t.”

“Why, Linnea Kai, are you trying to make me jealous?” I suggested in a low hiss as I got up from my chair and abruptly sat on the edge of hers just beneath her hip. My hand found her long, elegant neck and wrapped around it just tightly enough to feel the air move through her throat. “Because I have to warn you, the thought of Sebastian’s rough hands on your lovely skin does nothing but arouse me.”

She pressed up slightly into my hold on her neck, her pupils blowing wide until her eyes were mostly black. My girl liked to be choked.

My cock throbbed beneath my zipper, choked, too, by the fabric.

It was a good thing I liked a little pain as well.

“If he were here, I would have him get on his knees for you,” I continued almost conversationally as I watched her breasts heave and her legs churn restlessly. “I would dig my fingers in that thick black hair and press his handsome face to your pretty pussy until you came again and again on his tongue. Until you begged us both to stop because you couldn’t stand to come anymore. Would you like that, sweetheart?”