Page 28 of Knot Your Pawn

I reach out, itching to trail my fingers over his stomach, down his abs, before I remember that I promised not to do anything ‘weird’.

He’s covered his nipples with skin-coloured bandages, which makes sense, he wouldn’t want them to stand out under his shirt. But the bandages aren’t tight at all, so with every flex of his muscles, they’ll move around, giving even more sensations than before.

“Don’t you have an undershirt you can wear? Something tight-fitting? It might be warm, but it will probably feel a lot better than this.”

He looks down at his chest, frowning. “Do you think that’s a better idea? Won’t that rub even more?”

“Not if it’s tight enough not to move around. I know plenty of women with small chests who do it all the time. Some can get away with a simple tank top or anything else tight-ish that gives an extra layer between their nipples and their outer clothing.”

“That makes sense.” He reaches up, tugging at the corner of one of the bandages. “I guess I should take them off?”

“I think that’s a good idea, yes. Do you want to do it yourself or should I do it?” I turn in his lap, straddling him, giving me a better view of things.

He laughs, dropping his arms around my waist. “You do it, you seem to want to.”

I don’t reply, instead leaning in to kiss him, as I quickly pull first one and then the other one off. Mathew groans into my mouth, his arms around me tensing, his dick straining in his pants between us.

This close, I smell the flare of his wisteria pheromones, his arousal.

Even after I’ve put the bandages on the table next to the chair, he won’t stop kissing me, every kiss becoming more and more desperate, making my head spin.

As I’m starting to run out of breath, he finally breaks the kiss, putting our foreheads together, our breathing hard.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” His words are soft, quiet, tender.

I don’t really know what to reply, not when the mood’s so charged. Anything I could say feels too light or too heavy.

Luckily, or maybe sadly, that choice is taken away from me as my phone rings.

Mathew feels around under my dress until he finds the pockets in the shorts I’m wearing, using the moment to feel me up more. Then he gives the phone to me.

Spotting the name on the screen, Erika, my heart starts beating fast.

I connect the call, my breathy voice no longer from the kissing, but from the nerves. At this moment, a call from her could mean anything, good or bad news. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, everything’s okay. I didn’t mean to worry you. I tried calling Mathew, but he didn’t pick up.” Erika’s voice is light and I give the man in question a look, because he’s close enough to be able to hear her too.

He pats his pockets, not finding his phone anywhere.

So, he pulls me against him more, his dick trapped between our bodies, his lips brushing against my jaw even though he really doesn’t need to be this close hear Erika or to be heard by her. “Is there a reason you need me?”

“Hey, there you are. I guessed I had about a fifty-fifty chance that calling Vera or Caleb would get me directly in touch with you. I hit the jackpot on my first try.” She falls quiet for a moment as I hear a conversation on her end, but not clear enough to make out any words.

“Right!” She’s focused on us again. “I’m calling to say we’re about to get on the flight. We should be at the airport on your side of things in a couple of hours. I already sent the details to your phone.”

Mathew nods, his eyes serious, in work mode. “Derrick is going to send some people to pick you up, right?”

“Yes. A group of us are coming today and then a second group is coming tomorrow. We couldn’t get everyone on this flight and the next one isn’t until tomorrow morning, so we split.”

“I understand. We’ll see you in a couple of hours. Have a safe flight.”

I quickly say something too, before Erika can hang up. “Have a safe flight.” Even though it’s not for the happiest reason, I’m looking forward to seeing Erika again.

“Thank you. See you soon.” She disconnects the call and I put my phone on the table.

“I want to pick her up from the airport.” I’ve not seen Erika and her pack in a long time and I kind of want to be there when she arrives. And it will hopefully allow us to chat for a bit before things get all business-like.

Erika has been my mum-friend for years and I have a lot to talk about with her and ask her, stuff that I don’t need any of my mates to be around for. Relationship stuff. Pregnancy stuff. Even ‘running an organisation’ stuff, something I never thought we’d ever have in common.