Page 131 of That Rush

“You can hold on to me.”

I set my hands on his shoulders. He stays still.

“That better?”

“Yes.”

I move experimentally.

The denim drags against my clit, the firm pressure of his thigh making my stomach tighten. I adjust my hips, searching for an angle that feels better.

“What did he say to her?” Aiden asks.

“You read it.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“He told her to use him.”

“That’s all?”

“That was most of it.”

“He needed three pages to tell her to ride his thigh?”

“He was building anticipation.”

“He was wasting time.”

I rock against Aiden’s thigh again. “You’re jealous of a man who doesn’t exist.”

“I’m jealous that he gave you the idea first.”

“He didn’t get anywhere near this.”

Aiden’s eyes darken. “Show me.”

I move again, slower this time. The rough denim rubs over my clit with each roll of my hips.

His hands stay wrapped around the chair arms.

Knowing he’ll obey makes me bolder. I find a rhythm and use his shoulders for balance, pressing down harder as I slide forward.

Aiden looks between us. “You’re getting my jeans wet.”

“You sound upset.”

“I’m trying not to grab your ass and grind you down harder.”

“You were given instructions.”

“I remember.” His fingers flex against the chair. “They’re becoming inconvenient.”

I rock forward again, and the angle sends a sharper pulse through me.

A moan slips out.

“There,” he says.