Page 179 of Diego

“Good.”

She studies me for another moment, then the corner of her mouth starts to lift again. “So I should just ignore it?”

I narrow my eyes. “That would be the gracious thing to do.”

“I'll try.”

“You are already failing.”

She bites her lip for a second, and a sly look comes in her eyes. “There is something else we can do.”

The warning bells are immediate, but before they can translate properly, she has her hand on my stomach.

Her fingers dip below the waistband of my sweats, not quite touching anything, and it's all I can do not to let my hips thrust up to meet her.

“Blair." I catch her wrist and stop her. "The doctor said—”

“I know what the doctor said." She slides her hand out of my grip, which admittedly wasn't very strong, and wraps her fingers around my cock. “She said no sex, by which I am pretty sure she meant intercourse."

I lose my train of thought as she slowly strokes me from base to tip.

My breath hitches as she begins to stroke me, her grip firm and sure.

She continues. “She didn't say anything about this.”

My hips move into her touch despite every intention I had of stopping this, and I hear a sound I almost don't recognize as my own. “This is a terrible idea.”

“Does it feel terrible?”

“Not even a little," I groan. "Blair, don't—"

Her thumb brushes over the tip, and I completely lose whatever objection I was about to make.

She leans closer, her lips ghosting over my jaw as she whispers, "Just let me, Diego. You've taken care of me so well. Let me take care of you."

At those words, I catch her wrist again. "You don't owe me anything. You don't have to do this."

"I know that," she says, her smile softening, her eyes holding a tenderness that affects me more than her hand on my dick. "I want to."

I watch her face for any sign of hesitation, any sign that she's doing this out of guilt or obligation.

But there’s only want in her eyes. A slow, simmering want that matches my own.

My resolve crumbles completely. I'm already losing my mind, but this is a much better way to do it.

I let my head fall back against the pillow as she works me with slow, firm strokes, her other hand moving to my chest, her fingers tracing circles around my nipple. I am helpless against her, against the pleasure building inside me, hot and urgent.

My breath catches as she increases her pace, her thumb pressing into the sensitive spot just beneath the head. I can feel my control slipping, the tension coiling in my stomach, my muscles tightening as I get closer and closer to the edge.

She watches me, her eyes dark with desire, her lips parted slightly as she pants for breath. "Look at me, Diego," she whispers, her voice husky. "I want to see you."

Her words send a jolt through me, and I look up at her, our gazes locking as she continues to stroke me, her movements becoming faster. The sight of her, the feel of her, the knowledge that she wants this as much as I do, it's all too much.

My balls pull tight, and I know I'm about to lose that tight hold on my control. She tightens her grip around the head of my cock and jerks me in short, quick strokes.

"Blair," I gasp, my hips bucking into her hand. "I'm..."

I can't finish the sentence. I can't think. I can only feel as my orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave of intense pleasure. I spill over her fingers and my stomach in a warm rush. A deep, guttural moan escapes me as I finally find my release.