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“You’re not really going to make me beg, are you?” Her tone was desperate as she hooked her leg over my hip.

“Not tonight.” I slipped my hand under her pajama pants, between her legs. She was wet and swollen and when I rubbed her clit, her whole body jerked. “Easy, Arabella. We have all the time in the world.”

Her reply was a long, low moan, and I felt her relax against me as I started to rub slow circles over her clit. Her fingers dug into my arm as she arched against my hand. “Oh god.”

“You like that?”

“Mmmm.”

Increasing the pressure, I leaned down and took her nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. She was panting and writhing and so fucking beautiful. She was right on the edge, so responsive to the slightest pressure. “Eyes on me.” Her eyes snapped open and the heat in them went straight to my cock.

“Please.” her voice was a sob now.

“Soon.” I kept rubbing, increasing the speed and pressure until her eyes were rolling back and her whole body was shaking. Then I slowed right down, watching her closely.

She whimpered. “What the fuck, Mack?”

“You want to come?”

“Yes!”

I started rubbing again and within seconds, she was on the verge of coming apart. Again, I stopped, holding her still while she squirmed.

“What are you doing to me?”

“Giving you what you want.”

“I don’t think—”

Cutting her off with a kiss, I started rubbing again, building up the speed and pressure until she was thrashing against me, her whole body tight as a bowstring. Then I stopped, lifting my hand to brush a kiss over her knuckles.

“One more time, Arabella.” I was throbbing, aching to slide inside her, but I didn’t. Instead, I started rubbing again, keeping the pressure steady and firm until she was sobbing with pleasure, her whole body shaking. Then I gave her what she needed, rubbing faster and faster, until she exploded, her whole body going rigid as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

As she slowly came down, I pressed soft kisses over her face, murmuring against her skin. She was limp, her eyes closed, a smile curving her lips. “Oh. My. God,” she said when she could finally speak.

I chuckled.

Her eyes fluttered open and went straight to my crotch. Quick as thought, she went to reach for me, but I grabbed her hand.

“No.”

“But—”

“My way, remember?” Pulling her close, I tucked her against me, kissing the top of her head.

“Are you sure?” Her voice was sleepy, and I could feel her relaxing against me.

As she drifted off, I stayed awake, savoring the moment, knowing that the next few days were going to be torturously amazing.

CHAPTER22

Arabella

“We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto.”

“We’re in Kansas City, and don’t call me Toto, you weirdo.”

I giggled, squirming, when Mack slipped his hand under my pajama top. “It’s just that I thought I was dreaming, you know, waking up to you groping me.”

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