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I slid my hand over her stomach, teasing the edge of her panties. “Let me make you feel good. No expectations.”

She shifted a little, squirming. I smirked, encouraged.

“You know you want me to,” I said, sliding my hand lower. She widened her legs, and I rested my hand over her mound. She didn’t stop me, so I kept going. “You want me to tease your clit.”

She whimpered, and I started massaging her clit through her underwear.

“You want me to bring you to the edge with my fingers. Building your pleasure slowly—” Her panties were soaked, and I let loose a groan. “Again and again until you scream my name.”

Oh god. I needed that just as much as she did. Maybe more. And that was terrifying.

I’d never needed anyone.

“Yes.” Her voice was shaky but clear. “Yes.” She widened her legs, giving me more freedom to move.

I moved her panties to the side and slid my hand beneath them, using the pressure from the material to add to her pleasure.

“I’d put my hands and my mouth all over your body.” Her hips started rocking, and every brush of her ass against my hard-on had me nearly exploding. “I’d make you come so hard and so many times that you forgot your name.” I nipped her ear. But I’d make damn sure she’d never forget mine.

I kept that one hand working her clit, while I slid the other up to tease her breasts. I groaned. My god, her tits were glorious. Two full handfuls that were incredibly sensitive to touch.

I leaned my forehead against the back of her head, needing to be closer. Needing more.

If the way she widened her legs, parting her thighs for me, was any indication, she did too. I slid one finger inside her.

“And then, when you didn’t think you could take any more, I’d have you sit on my cock.”

She groaned, and I could tell she was close. Her body was squeezing me like a vise, and her movements were wild, desperate. I wanted to ruin this woman like she’d ruined me.

She placed her hand over mine, guiding me to the spot she wanted me most. “There.” She let out a garbled sound.

Even now, she couldn’t resist taking control. But I didn’t mind. All I cared about was her pleasure.

“Tell me what you need.”

“Faster. More pressure,” she instructed between pants.

I’d planned to drag this out, to torture her, but instead, I did as she asked. And then she was coming, crying out as she fell over the edge. Falling apart in my arms.

“Oui,mon ange,”I said, coaxing every ounce of pleasure out of her. “Voilà, c’est ça,”I coaxed.There you go. That’s it.I kissed her shoulder.“Donne-toi à moi.” Give yourself to me.

Her body relaxed in my arms, all the fight going out of her. She turned her head, kissing me. “Merci.”

“Ton plaisir est ma recompense,Madame Mackenzie,” I replied, letting her know that her pleasure was my reward.

Giving her pleasure brought me pleasure.

She reached back with her hand, wrapping it around my shaft over my pajama pants. It was so tempting to give in. It felt so good.

But I’d told Lily that I had no expectations, and I’d meant it. I didn’t want her to think that everything about our relationship was transactional. So I grabbed her hand in mine and wrapped them both around her. “Sleep.”

“But—”

“Shh,” I hushed. “Good to sleep,mon bijou.” I kissed her hair and tried to will away my hard-on.“Ton plaisir est tout ce dont j’ai besoin,” I whispered.Your pleasure is all I need.

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“You’re late,”Sloan said when I answered her call a few days later. “And—” She leaned forward, likely to get a better look at her screen. “You’re a mess.”