Page 128 of Inferno

To let go enough to come that hard, that loud.

“Time to show me how well you know yourselves. How far you’re willing to go for a golden ticket to freedom. Show me what you can do.”

My finger hovers over the button for just a second longer.

“Have fun. Let me hear you.”

I cut the feed and lean back in my chair, the ache in my chest twisting into hunger.

I zoom in.

Her.

Always her.

I’m itching to get my hands on that body.

That mouth. That fire and fury she tries so damn hard to suppress.

But for that to happen?—

She has to win.

Chapter 47

CHARLOTTE

Squirt?

How the hell do I do that?

Fuck.

Lifting my head with my thighs spread, the sudden movement causes my collar to press against my windpipe, triggering a cough.

Instead, I lay my head back down and take a deep, calming breath, the silence pressing in on me.

I’ve never done this before.

Can everyone even do it?

I close my eyes and hit the button on my vibrator.

Hearing Tara’s fake and dramatic moans next to me is really fucking off-putting.

This whole damn room is.

Opening my thighs, I graze the tip of the cool object against my clit and imagine the sound of the waves in Italy.

Jimmy’s sandalwood aftershave.

His eyes.

His tongue.

All of it.

If I have any chance of this, it’s his memory.

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