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Just as I pull into my driveway, I can tell she’s about to fall over that edge, but I reach out, pulling her hand free. She is breathing heavily as she looks up at me with glossy eyes. I smirk at her.

“I own your orgasms now.” Leaning down, I lick her essence off her fingers before setting them on her thigh. “I’ll come help you out.”

She doesn’t say a word. She lets me get out of the car and to her side before it even registers. When I finally open her door, her dress is covering her center as she glares up at me.

“That wasn’t very nice.” She holds her hand out for me to help her from the car.

As I do, I inform her, “Good things come to those who wait. You followed my instructions well. Now it’s time to get your prize.”

“Two more seconds, and I would have had my prize,” she snarks.

I slap her ass, making her jolt. “Nah, baby. That was a preview. Trust me. You’ll enjoy the real prize.”

The way she basically growls at me tells me this is going to be a good night.

I can’t wait.

ChapterSixteen

Iwant to smack him. Seriously, my body feels like a live wire right now. Even the rubbing of my legs together is only making my body feel more of the pleasure/pain of my denied orgasm.

I think if I had been more in the moment, I would have screamed.

Instead, I sat there like a deer in the headlights as he licked my cum from my fingers.

A shiver makes its way through my body at the memory.

Why was that so hot?

Hell, everything he’s been doing is hot. From the way he caressed my body on the dance floor to the way he demanded I play with myself in the car. It’s like he’s this seduction master and I’m still reading the book for dummies.

I feel so out of my element.

Still, I let him lead me into the house, locking the door behind us as he sets the alarm. Then he turns me, pushing me against the wall.

“You’re in your head. What’s wrong?” he asks as he gently peppers kisses to my cheeks.

“Nothing. Keep going.” I angle my neck for him to move down.

He grabs my chin, forcing me to face him. “Something just now took you out of that high I had you riding. What was it?”

My cheeks heat as I realize that I probably should admit it. He has the right to know.

“You seem so experienced and I’ve never really, um, done this?” I phrase it as a question.

He looks confused for a moment, but then it clicks. I see the heat in his eyes flare.

“You’re saying you’ve never been with another man,” he whispers.

I shake my head no. “I mean, vibrators, sure, but never anything real. I mean, other than…”

“No. That doesn’t count. You know that. Are you sure you want to do this now? We can wait,” he assures me.

“I don’t want to wait. I’m just a little nervous.”

“How can I make this better for you?” he asks.

“I want you to do what you would normally do. I don’t want you to hold back. I’m not some child or fragile thing. I want to be desired.”

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