Page 178 of Even Exchange

“Beg?” I repeat, hands secured behind my back, the chair digging into my biceps.

“Yep.” Her smile is wicked as she places her hands on my clothed thighs. “Patience isn’t always a virtue, Mr. Caruso.” She slides them up slowly, and our eyes connect.Have I died and gone to heaven?“I was going to let you fuck me senseless in the back of your truck.” My dick twitches, and her lips graze mine. “But now you’ll have to beg.”

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CHARLOTTE

Holy shit.

I’m doing it.

I’m really making Noah grovel for me. And from the glimmer of delight in his eyes, he’s enjoying the hell out of it.

Seeing his excitement when he came in with the rope and chair drove me desperate to experience that rush for myself, and damn, it does not disappoint. Standing buck naked before Noah Caruso while he’s tied up, his gaze following me like a lion stalks its prey, will forever be a core memory.

My eyes trail his body. His fully clothed body.Shit, I didn’t think this part through. We’ll make it work.I straddle his lap, grinding my sex against his very prominent erection, and he groans. “Bet you’re regretting not going for the roadside fuck right about now, aren’t you?” I ask, trying my hardest to exude confidence and sex appeal. Today was emotionally exhausting, but being able to forget about the heavy stuff going on and focus on my boyfriend is exactly what I need tonight.

“I know I’m supposed to say yes.” His lust-filled eyes meet mine. “But you’re unbelievably hot when you’re bossy.”

My soul leaves my body.Down, praise kink.Itsk, fingers finding the buttons of his dress shirt and undoing them one by one. Leaning forward, I brush my lips against his but pull away before he can kiss me.This is torture for two.The shirt is undone, and I spread it open, fingers splaying across his well-defined muscles.

“Your body is so beautiful,” I tell him as his eyes fall to my chest, analyzing my breasts like they’ll be on the final exam. “You wanna taste them?” I ask, pushing on my tiptoes, bringing my tits closer to his face. He angles his mouth towards one, and I drop back to his lap with a soft thump. “Too bad.”

His breathing intensifies. “Mi fai impazzire.”

I fight a smile, now knowing what the phrase means. His reassurance that my torment is working.

Sliding off him, I drop to my knees, fingers fumbling with his belt and pants. I tug them down, and his glorious hard cock is before me. Squirming, I squeeze my thighs together, the friction easing a minuscule amount of the ache Noah left between them in the truck. Our eyes meet, and I drop my focus to his shaft, hand gripping it. Pre-cum beads the tip, and I take him in my mouth and suck it off with a moan.Fuck, I miss his hands in my hair.His hips shift with need, thrusting into my mouth, and he releases a soft groan.

Popping off, I stand, spinning so my bare backside faces him. “It’s been a long time since I did my stretches.”

Folding over, ass to his face, I attempt to touch my toes, and he mutters an Italian curse. I spend a few minutes going through some teasing poses, many made difficult by the little bowling ball in my belly. Noah struggles against the ropes, the chair creaking.

“Tesoro, you’re killing me.”

“Then get to begging.” He mutters another curse paired with a permanent wicked grin. I grip his shoulders, nails digging in, and lower my mouth to his ear. “How should I torture you next,baby?” Bringing my lips to his neck, I plant soft kisses, then bite,hard, and he releases a guttural moan.

“Cazzo, soffione.I’m going to come without you even touching my cock.”

“Good.” Pride fills me. “I recall you being very intrigued by the idea of sitting and watching.”

“You wouldn’t.” His tone is sharp, solidifying my next plan of action.

I head to my bedside drawer for an extra teammate because as Andi would say, vibrators are a girl’s best friend.

When I return to him, his gaze bounces between the elongated vibrator and my eyes, shoulders tense. “Charlotte,” he warns once more.

“Yes,Daddy?” I say, tapping it against my hand like a ruler.

“If you don’t let me be the one to make you come tonight, you’re gonna be in so much trouble.”

“Like I told you…” His gaze blazes across my skin, incinerating any insecurities. “All you have to do is beg.”

He blows out a frustrated breath, and his lack of protest only proves how much he’s enjoying this. He’s curious how far I’ll push this. Pushhim.

Well, class is in session, Noah Caruso, because this horny pregnant woman has got months of pent-up sexual frustration to release. My eyes drop to his cock, and fuck, do I want to impale myself on this man.

The point is to torture him, not yourself.

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