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Just this once and then never again, I tell myself sternly.
I settle back against the tub wall and let my mind drift wherever it wants to take me.
“Guests always play white. They usually need the extra advantage.”
“That confident in your skills, are you?” I taunt.
“You have no idea,” he says huskily.
“So show me.”
He freezes in place—a chess piece still in his hand.
“I don’t think you know what you’re asking for, Miss Ross.”
Without breaking eye contact, I slowly and deliberately undo three buttons on my blouse. Phillip swallows hard.
I can see in his eyes how hard he’s fighting not to look.
“I know exactly what I’m asking for.”
His eyes flick to my exposed breasts then back up to my face, but instead of coming to me, he goes to the door.
“I’m so sorry, I’ll?—”
The click of the lock puts a swift end to any apology I have.
“I don’t want anything to interrupt us. Do you?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Good girl.”
He walks back to me with the air of someone who has all the time in the world. Just the way he’s looking at me makes my core ache for release. I press my thighs tightly together to avoid squirming in my chair.
I’m expecting him to undo his belt and take what he wants, but Phillip drops to his knees in front of me.
Evidently, the surprise shows on my face because he reaches up and cups my cheek in his hand.
“Only impatient boys demand to be pleased right away. Real men know that women come first every time—ideally, multiple times.” He drops his hand to my knee. “Now are you going to spread your legs for me or are you going to be a brat and make me do it for you?”
He hasn’t even touched me and I’m already close.
With a shaky breath, I slide to the edge of the chair and open my legs.
“Good girl,” he says, rewarding me with a kiss on my inner thigh.
His fingertips glide up the insides of my thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake as he pushes up my skirt.
When his fingers brush against the lace of my panties, he moans.
“You’re so wet for me already, Love.”
My legs tremble as he slides the lace to one side and traces the tip of his tongue from my entrance up to my clit.
I let out a whimper when he pulls away.
“Don’t pout. I have a job for you.”
