between pleasure and pain is wavy for most of us. For others it zig zags back and forth.”
Wyatt shifted on the pillows and put his free arm up behind his head, sighing, almost purring with satisfaction as she continued kneading his muscles.
“What’s my line look like?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows. “Take a guess. Straight? Wavy?”
“Zig Zag,” Jinx said, her gaze meeting his.
“Really? Think so?”
Jinx stroked her fingers down his shoulder, digging channels into his flesh. Her hands circled his bicep, kneaded, then traveled down to his forearm, massaging, and caressing her way to his palm. Pressing her knuckles into the ball of his thumb she dug in hard, harder than she would’ve with anyone else, hard enough to make Wyatt inhale sharply and mutter a curse under his breath.
“Painful?” she asked.
“Yes…and no.”
“Want me to stop?”
“Not a chance.”
Jinx smiled. “There’s that line zig zagging.”
“Interesting.”
“Yeah I think so.” Jinx massaged his palm, and then his fingers, feeling the muscles ease under her attention.
“I wasn’t referring to the zig zag,” said Wyatt, his voice husky.
“Jinx looked up and met his gaze, felt his fingers slide out from under hers and glide lightly, whisper soft, up the inside of her arm.
“When I said “why”,” he continued, his gaze searching hers, holding. “I was asking why you’re ignoring it, the subtext under my smile, as you put it.”
“I ….” Words were failing her, falling right out of her head and into the vast ocean of blue that seemed to hover where Wyatt’s eyes were supposed to be. She knew she had some thoughts about this. Something about professionalism and working together, and he was her boss’s cousin.
“See the thing is…” Wyatt sat up, leaning on his elbow, his fingers still tracing hot little circles on her sensitive skin. “I don’t think we should ignore it.”
“You don’t?” Jinx watched as Wyatt edged a little closer, brought his other hand around and put it on her knee. Her gaze flickered up from his hands to his chin, to his lips. Full, kissable. His tongue darted out and wet his bottom lip. She looked away, back down to his hands, and didn’t stop him when he threaded his fingers with hers.
“No,” he said, his voice soft, enticing. “We’ve got this spark between us. I think it’s just the beginning. I say we light it up and let it explode.” Wyatt cupped her cheek, coaxing her chin up until her gaze met his again. “What do you say?”
Jinx didn’t answer, instead, she lifted Wyatt’s hand to her mouth and sucked one thick finger between her lips.
“Shhhiiitt.” Wyatt’s eyes grew wide, fixated on her mouth as her tongue circled his finger, as she licked and sucked as if that sweet digit was another appendage entirely.
Jinx twisted and set her gaze on his crotch. Wyatt’s eyes followed hers shamelessly, and they both watched as the bulge in his boxer briefs twitched in response to her tongue. Up one side, down the other, a little swirl around the head. Twitch, twitch, twitch.
Wyatt moaned, seemingly lost in the sensation, but she already knew him too well. She could feel it, sense it, the smartass, teasing remark that was right there on the tip of his tongue. He’d be letting it fly any moment now, hoping his words would throw her off, get under her skin.
Jinx had other plans.
She timed it perfectly, waited for that soft intake of breath, the slight gap in his breathing that indicated he was about to speak. That’s when she struck, biting down hard on the base of his finger and then dragging her teeth up the length.
Wyatt’s cock sprung to life, fully erect and straining lewdly against his boxer briefs.
Jinx popped his finger out of her mouth and set his hand down on the bed.
“What do I think?” she said, echoing his question from just moments ago.
Wyatt stared at her, his jaw slack, the expression in his eyes halfway between shock and devotion.
Wyatt shifted on the pillows and put his free arm up behind his head, sighing, almost purring with satisfaction as she continued kneading his muscles.
“What’s my line look like?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows. “Take a guess. Straight? Wavy?”
“Zig Zag,” Jinx said, her gaze meeting his.
“Really? Think so?”
Jinx stroked her fingers down his shoulder, digging channels into his flesh. Her hands circled his bicep, kneaded, then traveled down to his forearm, massaging, and caressing her way to his palm. Pressing her knuckles into the ball of his thumb she dug in hard, harder than she would’ve with anyone else, hard enough to make Wyatt inhale sharply and mutter a curse under his breath.
“Painful?” she asked.
“Yes…and no.”
“Want me to stop?”
“Not a chance.”
Jinx smiled. “There’s that line zig zagging.”
“Interesting.”
“Yeah I think so.” Jinx massaged his palm, and then his fingers, feeling the muscles ease under her attention.
“I wasn’t referring to the zig zag,” said Wyatt, his voice husky.
“Jinx looked up and met his gaze, felt his fingers slide out from under hers and glide lightly, whisper soft, up the inside of her arm.
“When I said “why”,” he continued, his gaze searching hers, holding. “I was asking why you’re ignoring it, the subtext under my smile, as you put it.”
“I ….” Words were failing her, falling right out of her head and into the vast ocean of blue that seemed to hover where Wyatt’s eyes were supposed to be. She knew she had some thoughts about this. Something about professionalism and working together, and he was her boss’s cousin.
“See the thing is…” Wyatt sat up, leaning on his elbow, his fingers still tracing hot little circles on her sensitive skin. “I don’t think we should ignore it.”
“You don’t?” Jinx watched as Wyatt edged a little closer, brought his other hand around and put it on her knee. Her gaze flickered up from his hands to his chin, to his lips. Full, kissable. His tongue darted out and wet his bottom lip. She looked away, back down to his hands, and didn’t stop him when he threaded his fingers with hers.
“No,” he said, his voice soft, enticing. “We’ve got this spark between us. I think it’s just the beginning. I say we light it up and let it explode.” Wyatt cupped her cheek, coaxing her chin up until her gaze met his again. “What do you say?”
Jinx didn’t answer, instead, she lifted Wyatt’s hand to her mouth and sucked one thick finger between her lips.
“Shhhiiitt.” Wyatt’s eyes grew wide, fixated on her mouth as her tongue circled his finger, as she licked and sucked as if that sweet digit was another appendage entirely.
Jinx twisted and set her gaze on his crotch. Wyatt’s eyes followed hers shamelessly, and they both watched as the bulge in his boxer briefs twitched in response to her tongue. Up one side, down the other, a little swirl around the head. Twitch, twitch, twitch.
Wyatt moaned, seemingly lost in the sensation, but she already knew him too well. She could feel it, sense it, the smartass, teasing remark that was right there on the tip of his tongue. He’d be letting it fly any moment now, hoping his words would throw her off, get under her skin.
Jinx had other plans.
She timed it perfectly, waited for that soft intake of breath, the slight gap in his breathing that indicated he was about to speak. That’s when she struck, biting down hard on the base of his finger and then dragging her teeth up the length.
Wyatt’s cock sprung to life, fully erect and straining lewdly against his boxer briefs.
Jinx popped his finger out of her mouth and set his hand down on the bed.
“What do I think?” she said, echoing his question from just moments ago.
Wyatt stared at her, his jaw slack, the expression in his eyes halfway between shock and devotion.
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