Page 102 of Contempt

He nodded. “I promise.”

Okay.

That was all that mattered to her.

Lucia didn’t need details.

“But you,” he said, cocking a brow.

Lucia wet her lips. “What about me?”

“You get in a state here, I think. Watching him and worrying. I don’t like that.”

He moved a little closer.

His hand on her thigh moved higher.

Christ.

“This is not the right place for—”

“Tell me to stop, then,” he dared.

She couldn’t, not when his fingers were grazing her sex overtop her panties.

“I hate you,” she lied.

Renzo laughed. “Why?”

“I don’t have any control with you.”

“Just let me make you feel good, baby.”

How was she supposed to say no to that?

“Make it fast,” she muttered. “We do not need to be caught in here.”

“You got it. Scout’s honor.”

“You are so far from a fucking scout that—”

“I know,” he said, grinning.

His words were punctuated by his hand slipping up under her dress. Those deft fingers of his stroked her pussy overtop her panties. He knew just how to touch her—to curve his thumb against her clit as the tips of his fingers dragged across her cotton-covered sex.

“You’re already wet enough for me to feel it through these panties,” he murmured.

“Is that a surprise?”

Renzo winked. “I love it. I want it like that.”

Yeah, she knew.

His fingers drifted under the gusset of her panties to glide along her sex beneath the fabric. She felt him drag her wetness from her slit to her clit, and then he pressed hard, fast circles against the throbbing bud. Her thighs trembled and his mouth descended on hers. That tongue of his lashed against hers violently as his fingers went back to her slit. Two pushed in deep, and curved against the wall of her pussy. He hit her G-spot perfectly.

“Oh, my God,” she mumbled against his mouth.

Renzo chuckled again.