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I should probably remind him that he’s not in charge, but I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t working for me.

I move the leg in the water to the side and use my other hand to spread myself open.

His breath hisses out and I feel my muscles clench in reaction.

“Work that pretty clit,” he says. “Make yourself come.”

I work my clit faster. I press a little harder. I feel the orgasm starting to tighten.

“I want to hear my name when you come,” he tells me.

I’m breathing fast, my gaze locked on his. I’ve never masturbated for another person. I’ve definitely pictured him while I’ve done it over the past year and a half, but having him actually watching me, clearly turned on, wanting this, is so much better.

His hand drops into the water, and I know that he’s fisting his cock.

“Come on, Scarlett,” he says. “Make that pussy hot and wet for me.”

I circle faster and lift my other hand to my breast, squeezing and tugging on the nipple.

“No,” he says sharply. “I want to see all that pink perfection. I want to see you wet. I want to see you dripping.”

“Need—” I pant. “My nipples.”

Then he’s pushing across the tub, the water sloshing, to brace his hands on either side of my hips.

“Keep. Going.” Then his mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking hard.

My orgasm crashes into me. “Cian!”

“Fuck.” He mutters as his hands grasp my hips and he pulls me off the ledge.

I’m in his lap and he positions me over his cock. “Gorgeous little witch,” he says gruffly as he pulls me down on his length.

He fills me up, stretching me as my orgasm is still rippling.

The sensation is incredible, and I swear my toes curl.

“Cian!”

“You are so fucking perfect,” he says, thrusting up into me.

I grip his shoulders, sliding up and down, riding him fast and hard.

My next orgasm is right on the heels of the first, and I come hard around him only a few minutes later.

His fingers dig into my hips deliciously. “Fuck, yes.”

Then he stiffens, shouting my name, filling me up.

I wrap my arms around him, pressing my face to his throat, and breathe.

This is all so good.

Heis so good.

And I really do think I could do this—allof this—with this man for the rest of my life.

Chapter 26

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