I continued to stroke him, only stopping so he could lift my t-shirt over my head and toss it across the room somewhere. He reached behind me then, causing me to lean back slightly. I could feel him fumbling around on the table and when he pulled back, sitting upright, I saw the glint of a knife out of the corner of my eye.
I looked at his face and then the knife. His cheeks were flushed, but his gaze was lusty.
"May I?" he asked, the knife poised at the thin strap of my cost-too-much bikini panties.
I nodded in earnest. Fuck the cost! If he got them off, we could more easily get each other off. And fuck! Edward asking to cut my panties was hot.
He flicked his wrist and the band snapped, then he did the same with the right side and pulled them off. I was so busy thinking about the thudding in my chest that I didn't see when Edward's hand dipped in between my thighs, causing me to gasp when his fingers began to trace circles around my clit. Public Relations, Chapter 8: Disclosure