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“No, not a man.You.”

His cock jumps, but his eyes squeeze shut and a mix of emotions sweep across his face. “And, if I say no?”

“I guess I can go ask one of the guys in the bunk–”

His hands wrap around my head in the blink of an eye, tangling into my hair and backing me up until my butt hits the back of the couch. “Finish that sentence, I dare you,” he grumbles as his hardness digs into my stomach. “I toldyou, I don’t share. Fake fiancé or not. If you’re doing any experimenting, it’s with me.”

“Then let me touch you.” I peer into his eyes, silently begging him to give himself a break. He’s the only one who thinks he’s undeserving. “I want it to be you.”

He nods almost imperceptibly, and I grab the hem of the T-shirt I’m wearing, but he stops me.

“Don’t take anything off. If you’re naked then I’ll have you bent over the couch with your virginity all over my cock before I can think straight,” he grits through his teeth making me shiver.

I glance down at the intimidating monster between us. When I was grinding on him earlier, it wasn’t as scary because my body knew what to do. I was doing it for my own pleasure, and my hips knew how to move to take it. This is very different.

“What do I do?”

“Anything you want, darlin’. There isn’t a thing you could do wrong.”

I bring the pad of my pointer finger to his crown, ever so softly circling the rich skin. I expected it to feel firm or tight, but it’s smooth like the softest butter.

He sucks air in through his nostrils at my contact, fighting to maintain his composure as I explore down his length, traveling over every vein and memorizing them.

“Would I be able to feel these inside of me?” I ask, honestly. His fingers curl tighter into my hair at the base of my scalp.

“Not sure.” His voice is raw, each word like gravel escaping his throat.

“Should I hold it like this?” My hand circles the underside of his girth, my thumb over the top, nearly touching the tipof my middle finger.

“Yes.”

“Would it even fit inside of me?”

“It’d fit.” I glance up at him, but he shakes his head. “That’s still a no, darlin’.”

“You have impeccable self-control, boss,” I murmur, moving my light grip down to his base and back to his crown, how I’d assume a man would jerk off, forcing a strained breath from his chest.

One of the hands in my hair slides down my back until it snakes inside his boxer shorts that I’m wearing and he grabs a handful of my butt cheek, squeezing it hard. “And, you’re close to being punished, darlin’.”

Chapter Forty-Five

Lochlan

Her delicate touch is so feather-light, but I can barely handle it. If she tightens her grip even a little bit, this will be over.

Having her hands on me is one thing, but hearing her beg to touch me nearly killed me. A woman like her wanting me isn’t something that I can fathom.

“Am I doing a good job?” She asks sweetly, always wanting to be the best at everything she does. My little overachiever.

“Yes,” I grunt, trying to keep it together.

“Can I touch these, too?” Her hand has stopped moving at the base of my shaft as she stares at my balls. Their heavy and tight, ready to fucking explode.

“You can,” I admit reluctantly. “They’re sensitive, though. I can only handle so much.”

Her hand moves downward anyway, cupping the rounded flesh that she has tortured for months. The days and nights that I suffered with the worst case of blue balls, all because she walked past me in the kitchen or mouthed off to me with a little more confidence than the day before.

“What do I do?”

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