Break Me by Evelyn Glass

her lips against his. He cuddled her against him, running his fingers over her hair and her back, soft and gentle.
     
    “You’re luscious,” he whispered as his hands eased the hem of her dress up above her hips so that he could take the curves of her ass in his hands. She sighed against his mouth, then nipped delicately at his lower lip.
     
    “I’ve been described a lot of ways,” she said, “But luscious isn’t on the list. Angular, stick figured, sure. But not luscious.”
     
    “How about generous,” he said back, his fingers curving down to the tops of her thighs, spreading her legs gently apart. “Ever been called generous?”
     
    She laughed then, and he took advantage of her arched neck to plant lightning kisses along her throat. “Never. I’m a very greedy lover.”
     
    “I hadn’t noticed.” His fingers traced up her inner thighs, stopping just short of where she so wanted them. She was soaking wet from before, and she could feel the wet heat of her building again.
     
    “That’s because you tell me what you want. And what you want is what I want.”
     
    “Fascinating.” He kissed her again, nipping along her collarbone. “What do you want, then?”
     
    “Right now? You.”
     
    “Just like this?”
     
    “This is good for now.”
     
    His fingers on her inner thighs again, questing so high and no higher, torturing her with how close they were to her. “And what if you want something I’m not giving you?”
     
    She leaned back just enough to give him what she hoped was a quiet, calm look. “Then I take it.”
     
    She felt his body respond with a needy little twitch. “Show me.”
     
    “For example,” she said, letting her tone veer businesslike, even though she felt anything but. “I really want your fingers on my cunt right now. So I might—” She stood, turning his body so that he was sitting up, his legs stretched the length of the sofa, and then she rested against him, turned so that her back was against her chest, and her knees fell to either side of his. “Make that really clear.” She took his hands, pulling one around her to reach her breast, tented and taut even inside of the thick fabric of the dress, and brought the other down to her heated cunt.
     
    He didn’t tease her then. He slipped one finger inside of her wet and dripping lips, stroking her from front to back, making her shiver. Luscious , she thought. This is. Luscious . And then thought started to shatter into fragments, want and need and yes more like that . He was somehow an expert at torturing her even with his fingers, reading her so perfectly, playing her like a fiddle.
     
    “I should take you to bed,” he murmured, kissing along the back of her neck.
     
    “What about the caterers?” She tilted her head back so she could see him.
     
    He gave her a curious look that made her want to giggle. “Sophia will see them out. It’s no problem.”
     
    “If you’re sure,” she said, but by then, she was mostly teasing. Before had been wonderful, hot and eager, and it had taken the edge off her wanting him, but if she ever grew tired of the feel of his body against hers, she was quite sure it wouldn’t happen any time soon.
     
    But as she stood, his phone rang. He rolled his eyes and said, “Sorry,” as he leaned carefully to the side and pulled the phone out of his pocket. Confusion crossed his expression, and he swiped to answer the call. “Luke?” he said, and her hands started to shake as nervousness crept through her. “Yes, I’m at home, we just wrapped up my sister’s birthday party.” He listened for a moment, then his eyes flicked to Zoey. “I’m not sure how that’s relevant.” Another pause. “Should I call my lawyer then?” The response to that question was vicious enough that Zoey heard the tone, if not the words, and she saw Alex wince. “We’ll be here. You’re on my list anyway, so they’ll send you up.” He ended the call and stood. He pressed a light kiss to