Page 293 of Split or Swallow

Tem wanted nothing more.

She wanted Leo to see what he did to her—the effect he had even when she was pretending she didn’t want him—that some part of her belonged to him, even if that part wasn’t hers to give away.

At the last second, Leo slipped his fingers inside her—touching her right where she needed it—forcing her body to collect what it was owed.

She drove herself against him as she came, thrusting her hips with shameless urgency, drinking in every last second of pleasure he had to offer her. Tem knew he liked to see her like this—open and exposed, helplessly reliant on him for her climax. It confirmed what both of them knew, but only one of them denied: she needed him.

Afterward they kissed slowly, Tem still naked, Leo still clothed. Tem made no move to undress him. She’d done exactly what she wanted to do tonight, and she didn’t intend on doing anything else.

“What will it take to get you on my cock?” Leo whispered. He was still touching her, playing lazily with her clitoris, his hand covered in her wetness.

Tem smiled.

“Your undying devotion.”

“You already have it.”

She laughed.

“There are two other girls you can fuck, Leo.”

“I only fuck them because I can’t fuck you.”

Tem took his hands and placed them on her breasts. He thumbed her nipples as she said:

“Then maybe you should eliminate them.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Is that what it would take?”

She shrugged as if this was of no concern to her.

“Maybe.”

Leo arched his head back in exasperation. His hands remained on her breasts.

“Tease,” he said simply.

“Masochist,” she said back.

He pinched both her nipples. Tem bit her lip.

She held his gaze as he caressed her breasts, brushing his long, slender fingers first up her cleavage then down it, continuing until his palms were on her hips. He seemed content to simply touch her—spreading his hands wide so he could feel as much of her skin as possible. Tem watched as he dipped his fingers once more into her center. But instead of pushing into her, he raised his hand and spread her wetness onto her already hard nipple, massaging it into her skin until she was aching with need. He leaned forward and opened his mouth.

“Leo,” Tem moaned when his tongue met her breast.

Her fingers threaded into his hair as he sucked her nipple between his teeth. Then he flicked her clitoris, and she cried out. Everything in Tem wanted to pull him closer—everything in her wanted more. But she would not be getting more tonight.

“Leo,” she pulled away. “I have to go.”

His grip on her only tightened.

“Where?”

“To sleep.”

“No.”