Reaching one hand forward, Cass brushed the back of her cooler hand against his flushed cheeks. Sliding one leg over until she was sat at the edge of his lap, on but not quite giving him what he had pleaded and demanded for.

Tracing her hand down his stomach, she allowed her thumb to slip and brush against his arousal as she smiled, the corner of her lips tugging in a quiet, gentle tease.

His eyes are closed, making Cass bite the bottom of his lip before she leaned closer and slipped forward a little on his lap.