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“And then what?” I’m so breathless it’s more of a moan than a dare.

“Don’t push me.”

Anticipation zips up my spine, an electric buzz building in my veins. “If I don’t, then who will?”

Her grin is playful but with a dangerous edge. A recipe for disaster that I’m suddenly starving to try.

“Sit on the bed for me, and I’ll explain a few things to you, Sunshine,” she coaxes, the pet name making my toes curl into the plush carpet.

My limbs are heavy with anticipation as I follow her instructions and perch on the edge of the mattress, spine straight and head high.

Having shed her vest someplace between the back door and my bedroom, she’s in only a tight long-sleeve and jeans. Slowly, with a calm sense of control, she slides the sleeves up her forearms, exposing the endless swirls of designs previously hidden.

My attention lingers on the tattoos before drifting up the length of her arms and to the tight stretch of fabric spread across her chest. It’s still moving as rapidly as when it was beneath my palm.

“You have an impressive imagination, Daisy,” she says, prowling to the bed.

“Is that so?”

A dirty smirk. “Yeah, it is.”

“Explain how.”

“You want me to explain so many things. Where exactly do you want me to start?”

“From the beginning,” I answer instantly.

She pauses, and I only worry for half a second that I’ve pushed too hard before she continues toward me. I spread my legs without thinking twice about it, and she settles against the stretching fabric of my skirt with a similar lack of hesitation.

“Remind me where the beginning is,” she murmurs.

Eyes falling to watch my mouth, she sets her hands on either side of my body and bends down. I lean back at the same time, allowing her to guide me down on the mattress. My heart rate spikes when I realize I’m lying beneath her.

She’s gone in a blink, standing over me with this . . . this feral dominance that has my panties damp and sticking to my pussy. My chest is heaving so hard I lose sight of her behind it.

“The beginning, baby. Remind me where that is,” she repeats herself.

It’s impossible to answer when I feel the first tease of her fingers on my hip. Every hair on my body rises as I tremble in anticipation of her next touch.

It’s lower. So, so much lower. A hot palm cups my ankle, and I gasp. It doesn’t move any higher.

“Admit you were jealous of me being out in the middle of the night,” she says, realizing I’m in no shape to be starting this conversation.

At this point, is it even going to be a conversation? Because right now, I’ll be more than happy to let it go as long as she doesn’t stop touching me. We can figure everything out afterward.

I dig my elbows into the mattress and push myself up enough to meet her gaze as she kneels in front of me. The soft fabric of my dress is long enough to hide where her hand remains on my ankle.

“What do I get in return?” I ask on a shaky exhale.

Interest sparks in her eyes despite her blank stare. “What makes you think you’ll get anything?”

“We can both get something. A truth for a reward.”

“Fine.”

“Fine?”

She hums low in her throat. “Don’t make me change my mind.”