# Chapter Fifteen: The Night

"Don't go home."

I turned in the chair and looked up at her. She was standing behind me in an open black shirt with nothing under it and her hair down her back and her mouth still red from the afternoon, and she said it again, quieter.

"I mean it. Stay."

"Sneha, you told me—"

"I know what I told you." She came around the chair and sat on the arm of it, hip against my shoulder, and looked down at me. "I said today. And I said the day is mine. It's nine o'clock and the day isn't finished, and I've decided." Her hand went into my hair and stayed there. "I don't want to spend the rest of tonight thinking about you."

I put my hand on her thigh and she let me. Bare skin, the whole length of it, warm, and she didn't move away and didn't tell me where to put it.

"Okay," I said.

"Okay." She got up and walked toward her bedroom, and stopped in the doorway and looked back over her shoulder. "Give me four minutes. Don't follow me."

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## Four Minutes

She took six.

She stepped out of the bedroom and my cock jerked hard in my shorts. Her hair was pinned up but loose strands fell around her face, framing those dark eyes that were already glassy with want. The black lace lingerie barely covered anything — thin straps digging into her shoulders, the triangle cups clinging to her tits like they were painted on, her hard nipples pushing against the delicate fabric.

The stick-on black cups sat perfectly over her areolas, but I could still see the outline of her stiff peaks begging to be sucked. The high-cut bottoms rode up her hips, the lace webbing stretching across her stomach like a spider's web, disappearing between her thighs where I knew her pussy was already getting wet.

She'd taken off those soaked panties from earlier and put these on instead, and I could see the faint wet spot forming right at the crotch. Her lips were painted dark and glossy, parted slightly as she breathed heavier, standing there with her chin lifted, hands at her sides, letting me drink in every inch of her nearly naked body.

Her thighs pressed together and I watched her stomach muscles flutter. She was getting off on this …