Teases get teased

My breath hitched when his palm slid lower, fingertips skating the waistband of the thong. The lace was damp enough to stain his fingers, the proof undeniable. He made a sound halfway between prayer and profanity. "Still think you're in control?" His voice was rough as gravel, his hips pressing harder—his erection a searing brand through the thin fabric of his work trousers.

I rolled back against him deliberately, relishing his sharp inhale. "Are you?" The taunt came out breathless, betraying me. His hand twisted in my hair, tilting my head back until our gazes locked in the window's reflection. The hunger in his eyes—unfiltered, feral—sent a bolt of liquid heat between my thighs.

His thumb hooked under the thong’s flimsy strap, snapping it against my skin with a sting that made me gasp. "You don’t get to ask questions," he murmured, lips grazing the shell of my ear. His other hand slid up to palm my breast through the lace, calloused fingers finding my nipple instantly. "Not when you’re squirming this fucking much with need before I’ve even touched you properly."

The accusation burned hotter than his grip. He was right—my thighs were slick, the lace clinging obscenely. The reflection showed everything: my blown pupils, his fingers kneading my flesh like he owned it, the way my hips jerked when he pinched my nipple just shy of pain.

James's breath hitched against my neck. "Christ, you're dripping." His thumb circled the soaked lace between my legs, the pressure maddeningly light. "All this time pretending you were playing me..." His chuckle vibrated through my spine. "Look at you. Begging for it without saying a word."

The desk lamp caught the sweat glistening along his forearm as he dragged the thong aside—just enough to expose the slick heat beneath. His finger traced my smooth shaved folds with agonizing precision, collecting wetness before painting it back onto my clit in slow circles. My hips jerked. He tutted. "Uh-uh. Stay still." His free hand clamped harder on my breast, twisting the nipple just as his middle finger slid inside me to the knuckle.