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“So sweet for me,” he purred. “Do what I say and roll over. I know you can do it. You can be good for me, babygirl.”

When I fell onto my back, it wasn’t because of him. It was the only way I could move my shorts down and free my throbbing cock.

And I’d be damned if I let Elliot fucking Vaughn keep me from the orgasm I deserved.

I wanted to get out of my head. Needed to. Needed whatever the fuck this was that made me feel something other than numb.

“Fuck, McNeely. Just like that. Stroke it. Want you to come for me. Want to know I made you lose control.”

A thready, high-pitched sound came out of my throat, flooding my cheeks with heat. My cock had never been this hard before, and my orgasm was going to come fast enough to humiliate me.

I hated Elliot Vaughn for this. I would never fucking forgive him.

“That’s it. Give it to me.” His words were soft and commanding, as if I were a willing participant in this exchange. “You’re so fucking stubborn, sweetheart. But you’re being so good for me right now.”

I swallowed back another whine, refusing to let him have it. If I was losing control of myself in some stress-induced mental break, I wasn’t going to allow Vaughn one more ounce of ammunition to use it against me.

Instead of a whimper, a strangled sound escaped my throat.

He sucked in a breath and groaned, causing my cock to let out more precum and give me more slick to ease the glide. Fucking Christ. This was torture.

The two of us jacking ourselves off only a few feet away from each other. The noises and heat. The intimacy I’d never wanted with him. The knowledge this asshole would have something over me.

None of it mattered. Not as much as the release I so desperately needed.

“Why are you taking so long?” I begged. “Please just come and be done with it. Fuck!”

He huffed out a laugh. “You want me to come so badly, crawl over here and put your mouth on me.”

That was all it took, apparently. As soon as I imagined taking his heavy cock in my mouth, my orgasm hit at full speed, whiting out my vision and sending a thousand sparks ricocheting around my body, under my skin.

Deep into my fucking bones.

“Oh fuck.” Hot streaks of cum landed on my neck and chest again… and again… and again.

I hoped to god Vaughn didn’t notice because of course he was finally coming. His erratic breathing turned into one big gasp and a bitten-off curse as he shifted in my peripheral vision.

I didn’t let myself look, so I definitely didn’t see him arching up. Didn’t watch the white ropes of cum landing on the defined bumps of his abs as his ass clenched with his release. Didn’t trace the slow slide of the fluid down the deep ridges of his V-cut.

Fuck.

I gasped as more aftershocks hit and then squeezed my eyes closed. You will not look. You will not react.

You will not let out even one more noise.

I let go of my cock and moved my hand up to cover my mouth, pressing into my lips as hard as I could to keep from making another embarrassing sound.

He groaned again, the noise like a comedown after a powerful release. “Fuck, that’s hot. Can you taste your release? That’s my cum all over you. Clean it up like a good boy. That’s it, baby.”

I yanked my hand away like it held poisonous fire.

Vaughn moved off his bed and ran water in the sink. Instead of getting back into his bed, he came near mine. I jerked away from him, yanking up my shorts despite the mess on my stomach. On my face. “What the fuck? Get off me!”

He held up both hands in surrender, and that’s when I noticed the damp hand towel he held. “Easy, tiger. I was only trying to help.”

“Fuck off, I don’t need your help.”

He rolled his eyes at me, and I couldn’t help but notice his hair was a mess. “Prickly as a fucking hedgehog. Why can’t you be normal about this?”