Chapter 9. Playing with Fire

Evelyn

Slipping my hand beneath the fabric of my nightie, my breath quickened involuntarily. The lingering sensitivity from last night made this an ill-advised indulgence, but resistance felt futile.

Jacob had an undeniable knack for coaxing me into these daring acts. He was a risk-taker, and a risk himself by nature, an attribute that only heightened my desires for him.

“Are you touching yourself, Evelyn?” His voice, textured with huskiness, reached me amid faint shuffling sounds from the other end.

Fuck! It’d be hard to stay calm.

“Yeah…” I murmured, inhaling deeply as my fingertips grazed over my clit, a surge of sensation making my thighs instinctively twitch, though moisture still gathered despite my instinct to resist.

Damn. I doubted that I could reach my high without his touch at this point.

“Exactly where are your hands, Evelyn?” His amusement was palpable in his tone, a hint of smugness evident even from a distance as I coul