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“Goodnight, Linnea.”
“Goodnight. We’ll talk soon.”
“Great.”
Christian Waite will be fine.
My thumb hits the button to end the call and I toss my phone to the floor.
Jonah’s thumb runs back-and-forth over my clit. He makes a noise. “You’re not talking to him soon.”
I shift closer to him, grinding down against his hand. “I’ll have to,” I say, breathless. “About other things.”
“No one needs to check on you. No one needs to call and catch up. You and Christian Waite will only be having business meetings from here on out. And I will be attending all of them.”
I smile and I brace my hands on his shoulders, pressing down against his hand even harder. “Fine. Good. I’m good with that. “
He smirks at me. “You’ll say anything I want you to say right now, won’t you?”
I nod quickly. “Yes, please, just keep moving your fingers.”
He lifts his hand and tweaks my nipple. “The things I could get you to promise me.”
I meet his gaze directly. “I will promise you anything. I completely trust you. I know whatever it is would be amazing.”
Heat flares in his eyes and I am amazed and touched by the fact that my trust in him turns him on just as much as me begging him to fuck me.
But I’m about two seconds away from doing that too.
“Tell me you’re in love with me again,” he says. He’s not grinning. His gaze is intense.
“I’m madly, deeply, never-get-over-it in love with you,” I tell him easily.
“Jesus,” he mutters, stroking his fingers faster between my legs.
“Take me to bed,” I tell him.
He shakes his head. “You’re gonna come right now, right here.”
“You’re not even undressed. I want more than just your fingers.”
“You’re going to have all of me tonight, Duchess. I promise. I couldn’t keep away from you if I tried. Obviously,” he says with a dark chuckle. “But this is your first time. I need to make sure you're hot, wet, and very needy.”
I give a whimper and rotate my hips against his hand. “I am.”
“Not yet. You haven’t even come once.”
I tip my head back, feeling my hair spill down my back.
“Do something about that then,” I tell him.
He chuckles again. “So bossy, Your Grace.”
I smile, even as I’m still looking at the ceiling. I think I could probably talk him into doing anything if I tried hard enough. But the truth is, I want him in charge of this. I want Jonah to take over and do whatever he wants.
I feel his mouth latch onto one of my nipples, and he sucks hard as his fingers thrust up into me.
My orgasm starts to coil low and deep. “Yes!”