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“Do you want me to go in there with you? I figured you wouldn’t want me to watch, but baby, if that’s what you want…”

I made a move to walk into the salon with her.

“No!” she shouted. Fuck me, but her cheeks were an even deeper shade now. Would I ever not be fascinated with this girl?

I didn’t think so.

“I’ll go,” she said. “You wait here. Right here.”

She pointed to the ground, as if to indicate the spot she wanted me to stand in and not move.

“I’ll wait right here,” I said. “Like a good boy.”

She rolled her eyes at me and walked away.

I waited until the door closed behind her before I laughed.

* * *

Thirty minutes later,my pretty girl came out with flushed cheeks and hungry eyes.

This was going to be the longest forty-eight hours of my entire fucking life.

I wondered if I could make her come simply by licking her nipples.

I didn’t know, but I was willing to try.

“How was it?” I asked when she got close enough.

“Painful and embarrassing.”

“And?”

She looked around, as if she was afraid someone might hear her.

“Arousing.”

Fuck. My girl was horny, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

I leaned down until my lips grazed her ear. “When we get home, you’re going to strip off all your clothes and spend your day naked in the apartment, got it?” I growled.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she nodded. “Got it.”

God, she was made for me. I fucking loved how she fed into my need for control, which was fucking ironic because I had never felt more out of control than I did when I was with her—in the best fucking way possible.

* * *

I drove homeas if hellhounds were on my tail.

We got back to the apartment, and I quickly pushed her inside, shutting and locking the door behind us.

She giggled.

“Strip,” I said, leading her to the living room.

That wiped away her amusement. It wasn’t like she didn’t know this was happening.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and tilted her head back so that I could devour her lips.

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