Page 82 of The Company

“Did you want to stick it in my mouth?”

“No.” He smiles when I have a look of surprise on my face. “No, I always fantasized about you waking up and watching me and then you’d stick your fingers in your pussy and we’d masturbate together, coming at the same time.”

“And then what?” I open my legs and finger myself, making sure to keep my head on his thigh. His eyes never leave mine and mine never leave his.

“And then I’d kiss you and tell you it was just a dream. And you’d close your eyes and go back to sleep.”

“You didn’t want to fuck me?”

“Shit,” he laughs. “Yes, Harper. I wanted to fuck you. But not like that.”

“You’re so weird.”

“Why’s that?” He kneads my breasts, twisting my nipples gently every few seconds.

“I just don’t get you. You want me, but you feel guilty for wanting me. It’s because of the promise? And my age? You hate that I’m young, don’t you?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, no. Just thinking about how young you are makes me want to fuck you harder.”

“Then what do you want that I’m not giving you?” He waits a few beats and it makes me so nervous I want to scream at him. “Tell me,” I finally beg. “Just tell me what you want. I’m ready to do almost anything.”