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Fearing that he would stop she screamed, “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

He chuckled but never lost tempo as he spanked her splayed pussy over and over again. “Don’t worry little girl. I won’t stop until you give me that orgasm. I don’t care if I have to spank this naughty pussy all night.”

That wicked threat was exactly what she needed to topple her over the edge, and she cried out as she fell.

Holy shit. Not only did she have an orgasm at the hands of another person, but it was also one of the strongest she’d ever had.

Her pussy pulsed, and he decreased the intensity of the paddle a little at a time until she stopped trembling.

“Jesus H. Christ,” she muttered, wiping at her eyes. Was she fucking crying? How mortifying.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Kenz. That was beautiful.”

Unexpectedly, the tears turned to sadness, and she found herself sobbing. Gage was quick to pull her headphones away and shove the toys aside so he could pull her into his arms and let her cry.

“It’s gonna be OK, Kenz,” he murmured. “I’ll take care of you.”

Gage

Gage rolled over as Kenzie slept next to him and stared out the hotel window.

What the hell had he done? If Reggie were alive, he would kill Gage for fooling around with his little sister. His little sister who was fifteen fucking years younger than him.

Then again, if Reggie were alive, he wouldn’t have come to New York in the first place, and this never would have happened. So, if Reggie wanted to haunt him from the great beyond that was his problem.

He sat up on the bed and dragged a hand down his face. What was he supposed to do now? It was wrong to stay here and lead her on. Starting a relationship with her was impossible.

But he also wouldn’t walk away and leave her with no family.

Somehow, he had to go back to viewing her as Reggie’s annoying little sister who used to bug the shit out of him. Not the beautiful woman who fell apart for him when she hadn’t been able to with anyone else.

He walked to the window and stared out at the New York skyline. Despite having been born in Texas and being convinced it was the greatest state in the union (as most Texans were), he loved the city.

Tonight, it seemed peaceful, and he was grateful to have the view.

Stirring behind him made him turn, and he found Kenzie sitting up in bed, her short hair sticking out everywhere.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he whispered. “Didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

She shook her head. “Come back to bed. I didn’t mean to fall asleep crying. We never finished what we were doing.”

Gage went to the bed and sat next to her. “You had an orgasm. That was the objective.”

She laid back against the pillows and looked up at him. “Yeah. But an experiment is only truly successful if you can repeat it.”

This woman was going to kill him.

Fucking her was out of the question. But she might be offended and convince herself it was her fault if he didn’t do something.

“It’s fine,” she mumbled when he hesitated. And he cursed himself for making her experience any kind of doubt.

“It’s not like that, sweetheart. I’m trying to be respectful of you while also respecting your brother.”

She looked back his way. “I get it. You’re not obligated.”

“It’s not about being obligated. You’re killing me, gorgeous. I want to do the right thing.”

“Maybe don’t overthink it,” she teased.

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