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His strained voice makes me grin at how hard he’s trying to stay in control and not move too fast.
When he steps back to give me space, I spin around and press my back against his chest. Our rapid breathing is the only sound as I unbutton my jeans and slide my hand down my panties.
“Mm...” I moan, coating my finger.
He grabs my ponytail, pulls my head back, and then lowers his mouth to my ear. “Touch yourself,” he growls. “Make yourself come.”
It’d feel better if it were his fingers, but I can’t deny his erection pressing into my back and his hot breath against my neck aren’t almost as satisfying.
Short bursts of air release from my mouth as I pant through the intense sensations. His free hand grips my arm and guides my fingers while I rub circles over my clit.
“That’s a good girl, Goldie. So wet for me, aren’t you?”
“Mm-hmm.” I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning too loudly.
“Pretend it’s me touchin’ you. It’s me makin’ you burn hot and lose yourself. Think of my mouth on your sweet cunt.”
“Yes,please,” I beg, not caring that someone could walk in on us.
“So goddamn temptin’, Noah. But I can’t this time, so you’re gonna have to do it for me. Slide two fingers inside your pussy.”
I do as he says and then set my foot up on the grooming bucket to give myself deeper access. His whispered demands and neck kisses have me losing control within a matter of minutes.
“You’re so goddamn sexy when you come.”
My body goes limp against him as I rest my head on his chest and collect myself. Fisher grabs my wrist, pulls my hand from my panties, and brings my fingers to his mouth.
“Fuck me. Your sweetness is gonna taunt me for the rest of the day.”
I arch my back into his erection. “I think that’s the least of your problems.”
He spins me around and cups the back of my neck, pulling me into his mouth and giving me a taste.
“I better go before someone sees me, but I’ll call ya tonight.”
“You should FaceTime me. Around eight.”
He arches a brow. “Why’s that?”
I adjust my body to button my jeans and fix my hair. Then I open the door and peek up and down the aisle to make sure it’s clear. Once I’m certain no one is around, I turn back toward Fisher.
“Because I’ll be in the tub.” I wink, and he shakes his head.
“I’m already sufferin’ here...” He lowers his gaze to his groin.
I close the gap separating us and give him one final kiss. “Then come over at nine. I’ll leave my door unlocked.”
ChapterEighteen
Fisher
Having to bend over with a horse hoof between my legs for hours at a time with raging blue balls isn’t my idea of a good time.
But when it comes to Noah Hollis, I’d suffer through anything for a chance at another taste.
So when I find myself at her door at precisely nine o’clock that night, I make sure to bring something with me that’ll ensure I don’t cross any lines.
Besides the ones that have me sneaking over here like I’m seventeen again.
