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“Yes.”
I leaned down, gripping her chin to meet her gaze, staring into midnight blue eyes that I could easily drown in. “Don’t push me.”
“I’ll gladly push you,” she smirked, “off a cliff.”
“You want a cliff? I’ll take you to a precipice…” I stroked her cheek with my thumb, “delayed gratification, all night long.”
Her gaze simmered, heating with need, the air charging between us. After a moment, her throat bobbed. “Only if I can push you off that cliff first. See how easy you can delay my orgasm with broken fingers.”
“I don’t need fingers to make you come.” I leaned in, narrowing my gaze on her. “I know your body better than you know it yourself. I can make you come in a hundred different ways, and none of them require any…touching.”
She inhaled, her chest pressing into mine, and we stared at each other, not willing to be the first one to break eye contact.
As for me, I couldn’t look away. Her face was so goddamn beautiful, I wanted to mark it with my cum. To shove my dick in between those luscious lips and make her choke on my seed. To make her beg for my cock, to prove to her who owned this body.
But, shower first.
I straightened, breaking eye contact. “Go clean off.”
“Make me.”
Anger simmered under my skin, coursing through my chest. “Don’t test me. Not tonight.”
I’d wanted tonight to be special. To show her that we could be good together, that we could trust each other, like we once had. But she didn’t move.
“Tati, go shower. We won’t do anything until he’s off you.”
A shoulder came up. “Fine with me.”
“You’re only making your punishment worse. Don’t make this harder on yourself.”
“Maybe I enjoy my punishment.”
I knew she did, that’s why I doled it out. But tonight, seeing her like that, the admiration and respect in her eyes before she kissed him…. No, her punishment would be formetonight, not her.
Not answering, I strode across the room and entered the bathroom.
The bedroom may have been an exact replica of Rook's grandmother's room, but the bathroom was the complete opposite. Decorated with marble tile shipped from Italy and ornate counters and cupboards from France, Rook had spared no expense.
I knew because I’d charged him three times my cost and he hadn’t blinked an eye when he’d gotten the company invoice. It was paid within the hour.
I strode to the walk-in shower, turning the dials to create an overhead raining effect, and pulled out the scented products I liked. By the time I was done, she was behind me, her back to me. She was staring into the mirror, the same one that King Louis XIV had looked into. "You do it."
"What?"
"You want him off me, you'll have to do it."
I pressed my lips into a firm line and, taking her arm, led her into the shower. Seeing how she wasn’t going to make this easy, I returned everything except for the loofah and body wash, then I went back to the room and undressed.
When I stepped inside the shower, she didn’t move, just stood under the spray of water, watching me. Her eyes deliberately roamed over my body, landing on my stiffened cock. I cupped her jaw in a fierce grip, forcing her to look into my face.
"You like letting him spray you with his cum?"
She nodded.
"You like fucking him?"
"More than I likeyoufucking me."