Celeste
“That won’t be possible, Cel,” he declared. “I can’t promise you that.”
I laughed. Yes, he was right. How could I be so selfish, thinking I could have him all to myself?
I walked to his chair, my eyes locked with his. “Cel,” Jace whispered as I sat on his lap.
“What is it?” I asked as I caressed his skin with the tip of my finger. “Do you need something?”
I knew what I was doing to him. I sat on his lap, grinding my ass on his c**k. His hands hovered at my hips, tense, unsure whether to pull me closer or push me away. The air between us thickened, charged, trembling with the weight of everything we weren’t supposed to feel.
I could feel the heat of him, the way his body responded to mine, even though neither of us said a word. I leaned back just enough for my shoulder to brus
