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And I play her needy body like notes of my favorite songs.

Stroking and plucking until she trembles. Her nails dig into my forearms as her legs tighten around mine.

I can feel the muscles of her abdomen quivering.

She’s fighting it.

My other arm wraps around her ribs, firming her against my chest.

“That’s it, my little rebel. Give in.” I let my nose drift against her throat where her pulse races.

I’ll allow myself one tiny nibble of her corded neck.

A sample of the forbidden fruit.

Her hips buck when the first shudders ripple through her, then her heels dig into the floor and she arches against me.

This time her moan is wanton in its intensity before she collapses.

Her residual spasms ripple through me making me pant nearly as hard as she is.

I want so much more.

But I withdraw my fingers from her soaked pussy, and when I pull them out of her panties, it feels so…final.

She sits up without looking at me and pulls her straps up over her shoulders.

When she does stand and turn around, her red cheeks are pulled up in a grin. “That was pretty amazing for your first time.”

My brain is running on only a quarter of its normal blood flow, so it takes me a second. “What do you mean ‘myfirst time’?”

I think she has our roles reversed.

Her giggle makes my nuts tingle. “Well, I did most of the work. But it feels nicer when someone else finishes.”

“Wait, you still think I haven’t done that before?” My mouth drops as I try to wrap my head around that line of logic.

That glint of fire is back in her eyes. “Well, it’s not like you’ll have a chance to prove me wrong.” Her head tilts to the side as she readjusts her coveralls. “I mean, we have a deal.”

Fuck.

The temptation to bend her over and show her otherwise makes me grip the arms of this worn chair until my knuckles turn white.

“You’re right,” I grit.

And I hate it.

Chapter Ten

Libby

My own hand doesn’tcut it anymore.

Ever since that moment three days ago when I took a chance and goaded Blue into touching me, I haven’t been able to achieve that level of…intensity by myself.

Flipping through my phone, I can’t find any inspiration either.

It used to feel exciting sneaking onto the sexy webpages, watching people do allkindsof crazy things.