Page 88 of The Arrangement

“You lie,” she whispered, looking back over her shoulder. He didn’t miss her hand coming down to rest between her legs, either. Two fingers spread the lips of her pussy while a third swiped across the slit, gathering wetness to take up to the sensitive bud as the middle digit rolled with quick circles. “You’ve seen me.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head.

“Liar, liar.”

A flutter of confusion and aggravation bit at his heels. “Again, no I haven’t. Stop pushing me, baby. It isn’t going to work.”

“Oh wait …” Viviana said in a murmur, head dropping back down out of sight. When two fingers slipped into the entrance of her pussy without hesitating, her hips dropped into her own hand at the action. His dick was throbbing as she started a teasing rhythm with her own fingers. “No, that was me.”

Anton’s mind turned into a chaotic mess as he tried to figure out exactly what she meant. “Excuse me?”

A sigh, all wanton and thick slipped from her lips. Her fingers withdrew from her sex, wetness glistening, digits spreading to stretch her hole. Damn, his mouth turned dry as her legs shook when she didn’t answer right away, instead bringing another finger out to roll over her clit.

“Did you watch me jerk off, Viviana?”

When her shoulders dropped down into the bed, her other hand joined the first. Anton couldn’t even speak as Viviana took her time spreading fluids, fucking her body with two fingers on one hand while the other circled quick beats to her clit.

“Answer me,” he managed to hiss out.

Anton didn’t realize his teeth had clenched that hard behind his jaw.

A soft, muffled moan fell into the bed. Her shoulders tensed as her fingers fucked a little harder. Anton didn’t even know how close she was, but he hadn’t wanted it to quite go like that; after all, he did intend for his hand to be lying flat out to her ass … repeatedly.

She was winning. He was fucking letting her.

“Viviana!”

“Yeah, Boss?”

“Oh, you little …”

Clenching his fists at his sides, he tried so fucking hard to ignore the way his cock was aching to either be in his own palm, or shoved so fucking deep in her that he couldn’t breathe. A harsh Russian curse fell from his lips before he was slipping a hand under his boxer-briefs to relieve some of the tension filling him up. Slow, measured strokes down his length matched the thrusts of Viviana’s two fingers inside her sex. Sparks lit up behind his eyelids as they clenched shut then flew back open again.

After all, he so badly wanted to watch her, too.

“Like this, then?”

The question came out huskier than he intended because of his own hand on his cock. Pre-cum swept across his thumb as the digit rolled over the circumcised head, pleasure biting through his groin with a delirious tightening sensation.

When had she spied on him?

“You watched me play like this?”

Just as quick, one hand was gone from her sex. Viviana propped up on her elbow, just enough to turn back and stare at him with dark, hooded eyes. “No. Not quite like that.”

“Tell me.”

“Why?”

Anton forced himself to breathe, hand tightening around his shaft.

“Because …” Something caught in his throat. He wanted to be buried inside of her before he came, but just the sound of her voice alone was doing him in. “Because I want to know.”

“I’m so fucking wet,” she murmured, withdrawing soaked fingers that spread her wider and tapped at her clit all at the same time. “Burning right up here, Anton. Singing from head to toe. So damned hot. Bet you could get me raging right through it, huh? Oh, this feels so good. You don’t even know.”

Fuck, she was avoiding his question like nothing else. He all but ached to know, now.

“Please …”