Not anymore. Now, finally, it’s my turn.
I wrap my arms around her waist, and she jolts in surprise as I pull her into my lap. “I’ve got you,” I murmur, and she relaxes against me. My fingers play under the hem of her dress, tickling up her sensitive thighs, tracing over her underwear. It’s wet, and made of some soft, slippy material—satin, or silk. I hook my fingers underneath the fabric, cupping her hot core.
“Jesus,” she mumbles, pressing her face into my shoulder. I can feel her breath fluttering against the side of my throat. “Jesus, Seb. Please—”
“Please, what?” I ask quietly. “What do you need?”
“Just—” She flexes her hips as I stroke my fingertips up and down her moistening lips, getting them slick and warm. “Touch me. I need you.”
I press another kiss to her neck, then gently push my fingers inside her. She makes a crying sound and clenches around me, gripping my fingers. I groan, pushing in closer, digging in deeper. She’s so hot and wet inside, like a pool of molten honey. Twisting my wrist, I feel around, stroking her sensitive flesh until my fingertips brush the soft tissue on her inner wall.
“Oh!”she gasps, her whole body jerking against mine.
I smile into her hair and start to curl my fingers, massaging the spot. Her mouth falls open, her hips bucking back into me. “Oh,” she chokes, “oh, shit, Seb—”
“Shh,” I murmur, sliding my fingers free and raising them to my mouth. Her lips part as she watches me suck off her flavour. She tastes hot and musky and sharp. It’s enough to make my mouth water.
“God,” she whispers, her eyes fixed on me. “Seb, please, I need—”
She’s interrupted by my phone ringing. We both freeze. Slowly, I reach into my pocket and draw it out, checking the screen. It’s Marcellus, the dumbass investor trying to micromanage my company. I clench my teeth. Fuck. My boss will be pissed off if I just let it ring.
“Pick it up,” Beth gasps. “It’s fine.”
I look at her for a moment. She pulls back, pushing her hair behind her ears, trying to fix her pretty, heart-covered dress back into place. The fabric slides back down her freckled thighs, covering her up primly.
I don’t like that. Not at all.
I lean in so my breath tickles in her ear. “Better stay quiet,” I mutter, biting her earlobe.
Her eyes widen. “Sebastian, what—”
I slide a hand back under her dress, yanking it up around her hips, and press theAccept Callbutton. “Sebastian Bright,” I say politely.
“Bright. It’s Marcellus. I wanted to talk to your boss about your pricing in India, but he told me to call you instead.”He sounds annoyed.
“He’s very busy,” I say, keeping my voice neutral. Beth’s gold eyes are huge as I slide my fingers back under her panties, stroking through her hot folds. She’s even wetter than before, soaking through her underwear. I fight the urge to groan.
“Well, I guess you’ll have to lodge my complaint for me, won’t you?”Marcellus snips.“I think what you’re doing out there is disgraceful.”
“Oh?” I graze my lips down the curve of Beth’s neck, teasing my fingertips around her entrance. She shivers deliciously, squeezing her thighs together. They trap my hand in hot, pillowy softness.
“Look, I get that it’s a poor country, or whatever, but I don’t see why they should get such a massive discount. You’re selling programmes at ninety-five percent lower than in the US or Canada!”
“It’s common practice to lower the prices on educational programmes in lower-income countries,” I explain patiently. “The royalties in the rest of the world make up for the loss.”
He sputters. “Yes, but you’re not charging fifty percent. You’re barely charging five. You’re not making any money at all.”He sniffs.“Frankly, I think it’s racist. You know not everyone in India is poor, right?”
“It’s widely considered the sixth wealthiest country in the world,” I agree, sucking Beth’s throat. I can feel her pulse hammering under my lips, and bite down a little. She jolts, then looks up at me reproachfully.
Please,she mouths, trying to screw her hot sex down over my palm. I just kiss her cheek, swirling my fingers in her wetness.
“Well, then. I don’t see why they can’t pay fifty fucking dollars for each of the educational programmes, like the rest of us.”
“Because most users can’t afford them.”
“But you just said—”
“You don’t understand the concept of wealth disparity? Most of the people buying our programmes aren’t billionaires, they’re students in public education. Children or teens.”