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wetness soaking through your panties and coating my hand.”

Cassia’s body vibrated with lust and need. Her hips rocked

forward, into Adalynn’s touch. She smiled in response and

used her thumb like a wicked tool. Cassia nearly collapsed as

wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.

“Can I touch you like this?” Adalynn pushed Cassia’s

panties aside and brushed her fingertip over her bare, heated

sex.

Cassia bucked into Adalynn’s hand. She whimpered and

nodded, but Adalynn wasn’t satisfied.

“I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” Cassia breathed. “Yes. Please. Touch me there.”

Adalynn’s finger brushed through her heated folds and then

to Cassia’s entrance. “Can I be inside you?”

Cassia bit down on her bottom lip to trap the scream of

pleasure. “Yes,” she whispered, remembering that Adalynn

wanted to hear her say it. Not just because it was obvious that

Cassia was giving consent, but because Adalynn was the one

behind the wheel. Maybe Cassia was just the car on the track.

Maybe with Adalynn steering her and guiding her she

wouldn’t crash and burn out.

She held her breath, and when Adalynn pushed her finger

inside just a little, she nearly saw stars. Her experience was

limited to a few kisses stolen here and there outside the private

school she’d attended, and that night in Vegas with Adalynn.

She wanted to laugh because she’d technically been an escort

for months. She didn’t get the companionship jobs often, she

supposed because most men wanted more than just someone to

go on a date with if they were paying lots of money. The

waitressing and party jobs were most frequent. She supposed