Page 117 of Hushed

She shook her head. “I want to see what it’s like.”

With the same precision as the first two, he pulled the tip back and let it go against her clit.

A garbled cry escaped her lungs, and he put a hand tenderly on her thigh. “Shh. You did good, baby. How was that?”

Taking in deep, shuddering breaths, she looked at him with tears in her eyes. “Safeword.”

He tossed the cane to the side and pulled her to sitting then sat next to her.

“Goddamn you make me proud, Kenz.”

“That was hot. I wanted the other two. I just don’t think I can be quiet. And if you kept going, I was going to want you to fuck me. Is that an OK reason to use your safeword?”

He brushed hair back from her face. “There is no bad reason to use a safeword, pet. Don’t let anyone tell you differently, clear?”

“Clear.” She sniffed and laid her head against his shoulder.

“We’ll experiment with more of that another time. What can I do to take care of you before I have to leave?”

She shook her head. “This is good, Sir. Thank you for this. You always surprise me in the best ways.”

“Well, you should be proud of yourself. I need to change my shirt, so you’ll have to pick another color. I’m about to sweat through this one.”

She giggled and nodded to the shirts still on the dresser. “The red one. Unless that’s too colorful for the White House.”

He laughed. “Red is just fine, babe.”

He stripped out of the gray shirt and replaced it with the red one before he pulled her still naked into his arms.

“Naughty girl. I told you I didn’t need to go to the White House with a hard cock.”

She reached between them and cupped his thickness in her palm.

“Scandalous, Sir.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “If I weren’t running out of time, I’d make you use that smart mouth to take care of it. But I’m late, so you’ll just have to take care of me when I get back.”

“With pleasure,” she whispered.

“Let’s get you back into some clothes. Olivia should be here any minute.”

She picked up his discarded gray dress shirt and slipped it on. Before she could button it, he pulled her in front of him and did it himself.

Then he went to his dresser and pulled out a pair of drawstring lounge pants. “They’ll be too long, but you can roll them up.”

When she was dressed, he kissed her deeply and interlaced his fingers with hers and led her out of the bedroom.

In the kitchen, they found Reggie and Olivia laughing about something.

“I figured you two were busy, so I was entertaining her for you.”

“Thanks for that,” Gage said dryly, before hugging Olivia and kissing her cheek.

“Thanks for doing this, cutie.”

She grinned and turned to Kenzie. “It was no trouble. I think the stuff I got will fit, but it’s all returnable if not.”

She pointed to two enormous shopping bags at her feet.

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