Another quiver.
I had a thousand ideas but I bet he had more and his were better.
I didn’t say that.
Instead I pointed out, “You’ve already been super generous to me, Knight. I just moved some clients. It’s not a big deal.”
His head tipped into his hand. “It is to me.”
“Okay,” I whispered. “But I also owe you for stepping up for Sandrine.”
One side of his mouth went up and he agreed, “Yeah, you do.”
I grinned back but I used my whole mouth.
Suddenly, he leaned into me, his face to mine, his fingers slipped in a barely there touch between my legs and my h*ps jumped.
“So what’re you gonna give me?” he asked.
“What do you want?” I whispered.
“To know what you’ll give me.”
“Whatever you want,” I replied immediately and his fingers came back up in a barely there touch. Then they did it again, there but not there. I could feel the hint, the promise but they weren’t really touching.
I squirmed.
“Whatever I want?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Whatever I want,” he murmured as if turning this concept over in his mind.
“Yes,” I repeated on a breath and squirmed again as his fingers kept giving without giving.
“Still, baby,” he warned and it took effort but I stilled.
His fingers moved giving everything and nothing.
I closed my eyes.
His hand went away.
“You know I don’t like your eyes closed, Anya.”
I opened them.
His hand came back.
“You wanna know what I want?” he asked.
“Yes,” I panted.
“I wanna know how long you can take this before you lose control.”
Oh God.
“About two more seconds,” I whispered.