Page 84 of Marrying My Ex's Brother

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She lifts her chin. “I guess virgins don’t do this.”

Then she touches me through my trousers.

My body reacts instantly. Hard. Violent.

I catch her wrist before she can move again, but she only looks up at me, mouth parted slightly, breathing faster than before.

“Careful,” I say.

Her gaze drops to my hand around her wrist. Then back to my face.

She twists her wrist free, not because I let her overpower me, but because I let her go. Then her palm comes back to me, slow this time, deliberate. She strokes over the hard line of me through the fabric, and my jaw tightens so hard it hurts.

Anya notices. A small smile curves her mouth.

It nearly undoes me.

“You like that,” she whispers.

I look down at her. “You’re playing a game you don’t understand.”

“Maybe.”

Her hand moves again.

I inhale through my nose, forcing myself still.

She rises on her toes, but she doesn’t kiss my mouth. She brushes her lips against my jaw instead, light enough to be cruel, then lower, to the side of my neck.

The contact is almost nothing. It burns anyway.

My hand closes around the back of the chair beside me.

She kisses my neck again, slower now, learning what my silence means. Her palm presses more firmly over me, and she feels me swell harder beneath her touch.

Her smile widens against my skin. “You’re not as calm as you pretend,” she says.

“No.”

That makes her pause. She expected denial. Her confidence flickers for a second, but then her hand moves again, and this time a rough breath leaves me before I can stop it.

Her eyes lift.

She heard it. She likes that she heard it.

Something dark and hungry moves through my chest. “Stop,” I say.

She doesn’t. Her fingers curl around my rising cock through my trousers, stroking like she has no idea how dangerous curiosity can become.

“Anya.”

This time my voice is lower.

She shivers, but she still doesn’t step back. Instead, she leans in and presses another almost-kiss to the corner of my mouth. Not enough. Not nearly enough.

“I’m not scared of you,” she says.

“That’s a mistake.”

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