To say she had been bored with waiting patiently in the library would be an understatement and playing with Gin was the best way to distract herself. Jasmine wanted to see how long it would take for the other woman to either cave in or push her away and she was pleased that it had gone on so long before she said anything. Her resolve was admirable and it only made Jasmine want to have her more. She could only imagine how sweet it would feel to have the other woman cave, to hear her moan when she let go. “That’s the plan,” Jasmine said as her fingers brushed against the fabric of Gin’s panties. “It’s only cruel if you don’t let me do more. You can continue reading, I don’t mind.” This time, Jasmine’s fingers pushed past the fabric and moved along the wet folds. “Don’t let me distract you.”
“I’m busy–” She pouts softly, but her resolve is already wavering at the sound of Jasmine’s voice. Her panties are soaked and she knows– the other girl can feel it. Feel how half gone she constantly is around the brunette. Her legs spread slightly, makes more room for the other without her actually indenting to. “I– how am I meant to read–” She gasps as Jasmine’s fingers slip past the seat of her underwear and brush against her wet folds in deliberate exploration. Gin’s cheeks are flame red, and her fingers tremble as she holds on desperately to the desk. She looks up to meet Jasmine’s eyes with arousal in her gaze, and something akin to fear– no nerves. “You’ve been teasing me for 3 chapters– ” She murmurs softly. “I don’t think distracted quite covers it.” Her ships shift up, desperate for a little more friction. She glances around, content that she’s still managing to stifle the worst of her moans– barely.
synopsis — fake marriage ! paris huxley , future ceo of the huxley hotel empire , despite indifference towards the role .
gaze lands on the woman who now bears his last name . ’ they’re not going to believe this marriage is real if we can’t stand to be within a few feet of each other . ’
“don’t worry, i’m an actress remember– i’m sure i can fake it.” she murmurs underneath her breath. her frustration is written all over her features. “sorry, that wasn’t exactly… kind.” she exhales softly, and meets his gaze. “we can– i can stand to be within…4 feet of you.” she takes a step closer, and smirks. “winning.”
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