Page 17 of Starlight Salon

“You’ve gotta hold the skirt up.” Lachlan hands it to me. I didn’t realise I dropped it. “I like watching you. Us.”

I bite my lip and grip my skirt, hiking it higher so he can see.

See the dampness, the heat, and his fingers sweeping over me.

“Good.”

I kneel over him and he tugs my underwear down as far as he can with the restrictions of the chair, dragging me back as soon as it’s done. Resting me on his thighs.

When his finger swirls through my wetness, I groan. He dips a finger through my folds to gather it and massages it over my clit. I thrust against him, following him.

“Can’t believe this is for me,” he murmurs. His hand leaves my nipple and clasps my hip to control my movements. Slowing them.

He dips his finger down again, collecting wetness and dragging it across to my clit. He does it again and again, never giving me enough. Each pass, he pushes his finger inside me deeper, but never fully enters my cunt.

“Tease.” I squirm on him.

“You want it?” His eyes burn into me, hot with arousal, but asking permission before he does anything. His finger hovers in front of my entrance, holding still, waiting for me to allow it.

I lean forward, dropping my skirt to grasp his cheeks and kiss him deeply while running my hands through his hair as his fingers wait. “Yes,” I say, sitting back and arranging my skirt to display us for him. I glance down and see his finger pressed against me and grin. This is really happening.

I watch as he pushes a finger inside me, filling the ache while brushing his thumb back and forth on my clit. Sweat prickles on my body and I’m helpless. Nothing could stop me from moving against him, hands fisted in my skirt, desperate to hold it up for him, while I follow this feeling he’s giving me.

He thrusts his finger slow and deep, not letting up from my clit. We watch as he adds another finger to disappear inside me while his other hand clutches my hip to guide me.

I whimper. “Keep doing that.” His nostrils flare and he keeps the exact pace, continuing the torturously slow rhythm.

“I can feel you pulsing around me. You’re so close, Chloe.” He launches forward and kisses me, stealing the little breath I have left. He murmurs against my lips, “Come for me.”

I groan and clench around his fingers, waves of heat washing over me. He guides me through it, his movements becoming more gentle as everything becomes too sensitive. Eventually, he stops and gathers me in a hug as I slump against him.

My arms wrap around him, squeezing him tight, and I run my fingers through his hair. He breathes me in and presses a kiss to my cheek.

“You okay?”

I smile. “Perfect.”

He drags my underwear into place, and his hand leaves a damp trail on my thigh.

I run a hand down his chest, move my skirt out of the way—why am I still wearing it?—and press my hand against his erection. He groans as I rub him, but he nudges my hand away gently.

“You don’t want to?”

He kisses the pout off my face. “I do. But I want to do it somewhere where we can be naked.” He glances at the window. “Don’t want anyone to see you.”

I forgot we were in a semi-public space. Why is that sexy? Ignoring the flush of heat racing through me, I kiss his nose. He’s making sure I feel safe. I wouldn’t mind, we could always go to the staff room, but the thought of seeing him naked in a bed stops me from suggesting it. “Can I come visit later?”

“If you don’t, I’ll come find you.” He presses his lips together to stop his smile from spreading.

“I’m nearly done here and then I can come over.”

“I’ll wait and we’ll go together.”

I squeeze his hand on my hip. There’s an us. A we. We’re going to do something together. Excitement zips through me.

“Chloe, we’re late for the date.” I freeze when Isla’s voice echoes through the salon, her shoes clicking on the concrete. “Um, or not?”

I jerk away from Lachlan and stare at Isla. “What date?”