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“Attracted to me?”

“Yeah. I thought it was obvious from the way I had to hide my erection when you were grinding up on me after we won those silly games.”

“You couldn’t get away from me faster.”

He fixes his gaze on mine. “Now you know why.”

I shake my head, my voice now hoarse. “This is a bad idea.”

“Well, my life was full of good ideas, and it didn’t work for me so far. Maybe a good old bad idea is just what I need.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“We don’t have to do what the toy was intended for, but I can still help you.” He stares at me with hooded eyes, as my heart beats out of my chest. Holding eye contact, he taps his thigh. “Come here.” His voice is so low it’s barely audible, but a whimper fights to escape me.

My nipples pebble through the flimsy set I have on, moisture pooling between my legs. Even though my mind is spiraling, my feet eat up the space between us. I let out a shaky exhale, realizing our knees are almost touching. His fists tighten before he slides even closer to me. Once again, our gazes connect. He searches my eyes for hesitation but finds none.

“Sit.” It’s a simple word that wreaks havoc on my body.

“Wh… what do you mean?”

“Turn that pretty ass toward me and sit. Right here.” He taps that thick thigh again, and I swallow the spit that has gathered in my mouth.

Each command he gives relaxes my mind. There are no decisions to be made, no problems to be dealt with. I just need to obey.

So I do.

I turn my back to him and take a seat on his thigh. He releases a sharp breath, one that travels down to my core. His fingers move the hair off my shoulder, his head inching dangerously close to my ear.

“You’re in charge, Paige. I’ll tell you what to do, but you’re the one deciding if you’ll listen. I’m not going to touch you. I want to, but I want you to be comfortable. You can also stop this any time you like.”

Instead of doing just that, I nod frantically, anticipation eating at me.

“I want you to rub that sweet little pussy all over my thigh.”

“I…” I start to say but he doesn’t let me.

“Rub it.”

My hips obey in an instant and start moving front to back. A soft moan bubbles out as the contact shoots through my clit. The silk of my shorts and the cotton of his are the only things standing between my pussy and his muscular thigh, which I’m excessively aware of.

“That’s it. You’re doing so well.”

Another moan escapes, louder this time. The friction is delicious, but combined with his praise, it’s unbearable. Pure need pushes any hesitation out of my head. I want him. I need him.

“Does that feel good? Is it better than that silly toy?”

“Fuck, yes. It’s so much better.” There’s no competition. The memory of this will be better than any toy you can order. I can’t believe I ever thought he was rubbing me the wrong way, because this… this is definitely the right way.

“Good. You deserve it. You deserve all the pleasure.”

Why does that sound so fucking hot? And why isn’t he touching me?

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Ryan

“Touch me,” she whispers between whimpers, and I let out a low growl.