Page 48 of Next Time We'll Fall

“Are you trying to tease me, Juniper?”

“Would I do that? I was just asking you a serious question by taking off my bra and playing with my breasts.”

“What?”

“You’re a man, and you said you wanted to be my dating coach. Well, I was just curious how my breasts compare to other women’s.”

“You want me to compare your breasts to other women’s?”

Of course I don’t, but I’m not going to tell him that.

I reach down and pull my shorts off so I’m just standing there in my thong.

I walk away from him, and I hear a gasp of breath.

I bend down slowly to pick up a hairbrush that fell earlier and smile to myself.

I know he’s staring at my ass. I just know it.

I peek over my shoulder quickly, and he’s practically salivating.

I stretch my arms and head back to the bed.

“Okay, so rom-com, murder mystery, or thriller?”

“Huh?” he says, staring at me. “What?”

I sit down on the bed and lie back. “Which one do you want to watch?”

“Aren’t you going to put your pajamas on?” His eyes narrow.

I reach over and push him over, then shake my head and offer him a sultry smile. “No. I think I’ll join you and just wear my panties to bed.”

“I’m not wearing panties.”

“I know you’re wearing briefs, and I’m wearing panties.”

“That’s a very thin strip of material to be called a panty,” he says. There’s a twinkle in his eyes that tells me that he’s very much enjoying this conversation.

“Fine. I’m wearing my thong.”

He stares at me, and I stare at him. For what feels like an eternity. He shifts back and runs his fingers through his hair, looking boyish and sexy. I find it hard to resist him as his blue eyes gaze at me with lust and desire. Rafe sure knows how to turn a woman on without even having to say a word.

I reach over and touch his chest and run my fingers across his nipples.

I then reach down and run my thumb along the length of his cock, and he stills.

“So, what sort of movie do you want to watch?” I say again softly.

“I don’t want to watch a movie.”

He stares at me for a couple of seconds, and before I know what’s happening, his hand is on my stomach, just flat and lying there.

My eyes widen. “What are you doing?”

“Absolutely nothing,” he says, grinning.

My breath catches, and I wait for his hand to move up or down, but it doesn’t.