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“Yes…” His eyes cut to her, blanking out, shutting down the desire that had been flaring in them. “I’ll be right there.”

She was not disappointed. She was definitely not disappointed.

It was an inevitable byproduct of being aroused and left hanging. Her body was disappointed. That didn’t mean she, as a person, was disappointed.

“Stay here, babygirl. Don’t touch yourself. You don’t have to stay up if I take too long,” he said, picking her up off his lap and setting her down on the bed beside him.

He leaned down and kissed her, hard and thoroughly, making her pulse race. Trish didn’t respond; she was too busy trying to control her wayward emotions and needy libido. It was all his fault she’d gotten used to having her desires taken care of immediately. Now she was all wound up and… yeah, she wasdefinitely not going to masturbate. Not because he’d told her not to, but because that would be admitting she wanted to.

She wasn’t that lost yet.

Trish let out a long sigh and flopped back onto the bed, trying to ignore the way her nipples tingled and her pussy pulsed between her legs.

She wasnotlooking forward to him returning and taking care of that. She definitely wasn’t. Not even a little.

Stupid body.