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A shiver runs through me. Leaning down, I plant my hands next to her hips. “I’m trying to decide.”

“Are you going to make it my pick again like last time?” she asks playfully.

“Why, would you pick a blowjob again?”

“Probably,” she whispers.

Another shiver. “You cannot be real.” Then my gaze skates down her body. “But no, I have a request this time.”

Charli’s breaths come a little quicker. “What is it?”

I lean forward to speak against her lips. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”

Her eyebrows lift. “Um. Okay. I’ve—” She winces. “I’ve never done that in front of someone.”

I soften toward this girl who’s so bold and so strong but so vulnerable with me. This time, I brush my lips against hers in a gentle kiss.

“Do you want me to talk you through it?” I offer.

Relief lowers her shoulders and she nods.

It takes me a second to rip myself away from her. A part of me could stay in this soft moment for a bit longer.

But after a deep breath, I straighten and back toward the chair in the corner of my bedroom. And then there’s nothing soft about this moment.

“Strip for me,” I order in a deep growl.

I watch, mesmerized, as Charli strips off her shirt, and then her pants. I’m almost bummed to see she’s wearing underwear this time, because it leaves the sexiest parts of her covered.

Sitting in her bra and underwear, I see the flash of hesitation on her face.

“How do you like to do it?” I ask, sprawling out in the chair in an effort to make myself relax. If I stay this keyed-up, I’m going to come in my pants before she’s even touched herself. “All the way naked, or…?”

Desire flares in her eyes once more, and then she shakes her head. “I like to keep my bra on and…”

Instead of finishing the thought, I watch as she pulls down the lace of the bralette and tucks it under her breasts, the fabric now propping them up in the best way. Her nipples are already hard, the perfect sharp, pink points. When she reaches up to tweak them, a groan rumbles out of me.

“What about your underwear?” I gasp out. “Do you tuck that to the side, too?”

Another headshake. But this time, she lifts her hips and slides them down her legs. I’m holding my breath, waiting for her to spread her legs and blow my fucking mind.

When she does, I let out a muffled curse and sit up straighter.

I sound winded as fuck when I follow it up with, “Now what? How do you like to touch yourself? Do you play with your clit a little bit? Like my tongue does?”

Thank God, she also looks breathless when she nods. With one hand still on her breast, the other one slides down her body and between her legs. She doesn’t tease me, just zeroes in on her swollen little clit that I can see from here.

“Are you wet?” My voice sounds like it’s coming from someone else.

But before Charli can answer, I curse again. “What am I saying, of course you are. I can see you glistening from here.”

She doesn’t respond, and I finally lift my gaze to her face. I find her staring at my cock pressing against the front of my pants.

Somehow, seeing she’s just as lost in this as I am makes it easier to battle back the insanity. The desperation that is wanting her.

“Does it feel good?” I ask. Charli’s eyes dart up to mine. “Or does it feel better when it’s my fingers?”

Her throat works on a swallow. “It feels the same.”