Page 143 of By His Play

Without warning, I grip her shoulders and spin her around. My fingers return to the zipper running down her back, but this time, I lower it.

Her breathing increases, letting me know that she’s with me.

It’s all I want for tonight. To let go of reality and everything we’re going to face tomorrow and just enjoy.

Lifting my eyes, I find the mirror on the other side of the room that allows me to watch.

Once it’s undone, I slide my fingers up her bare back, loving the way her entire body shivers at my touch before pushing the thin straps from her shoulders and letting the fabric cascade down her body.

Reaching out with my pointer finger, I drag it down her spine.

She arches, pushing her heavy breasts and peaked nipples out before wiggling her hips as I get to the only garment she’s now wearing.

Tucking my thumbs into the sides, I slide the lace down her thighs, letting it pool at her feet.

“Beautiful,” I breathe when I stand to full height again.

I keep her eyes held captive in mine, my hand locked on her waist, as I pull my cell from my pocket and turn her toy on again.

She jolts in surprise, and I drag her back against me, pressing my erection against her ass, letting her know what the sight of her like this does to me.

Sliding my hand up her body, I take the weight of her breast in my palm.

She moans, her head falling back against my shoulder, her eyes closing.

“Watch,” I demand. “Look how beautiful and sexy you are.”

Her breath catches as she follows orders and watches me tease her as the toy in her pussy reignites her lost release.

I kiss across her shoulder and up her neck, but my eyes never leave hers.

At least, not until she’s right on the edge of coming.

Then I release her, turn the toy off, and force myself to take a step back.

Without looking over my shoulder, I keep going until my legs hit the couch behind me, and only once I’m sitting do I give her another order.

“Hands and knees, Luck. I want to see you crawl to me before you suck my cock.”

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EFFIE

Heat rushes through me like a tsunami.

Those words shouldn’t be so hot.

I swear, if any other man said them to me, I’d walk right over and kick him in the balls.

But Kieran…

What is it about him that makes my knees weak?

Spinning around, I stare at him sitting back on the couch with his legs spread wide and his arms resting along the back of the cushions.

To anyone else, he’d probably look relaxed. But if you look closer…

His green eyes are so dark they’re almost black, his fists are curled tight, as if he’s trying to stop himself from reaching for something—me—and the length of his hard cock is pressing against his slacks.

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