"You’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you? Come for me."
I drop the book, my heart pounding.
My eyes flick toward the bedside table… to the drawer I haven’t opened in averylong time.
Embrace it,I whisper to myself.
I slide it open, fingers curling around the object I’m craving: my vibrating clit sucker—thankfully battery-operated, so I can pop in fresh ones without waiting for a charge.
The low hum fills the air as I switch it on, trailing it down the length of my body.
The moment it grazes my clit, my hips jolt off the bed.
7
Tempting Me
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Iwatch,entranced,asEmily’s face flushes, her bare chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She’s pleasuring herself—becauseof me.
My gift has gone down a treat, and smug satisfaction coils in my chest like smoke. This more than makes up for Monday’s lapse in judgment.
She gasps, her hips shifting under the covers. I grit my teeth. I want them gone. I want toseeevery slick detail of what she’s doing.
My cock is already in my hand, painfully hard from the moment I realised what she intended.
My angel is tempting me. Teasing me.
She knows I watch.
Iknowshe does.
This is a performance—forme.
And what a show it is.
Those dark nipples beg to be tugged, to feel the scrape of my teeth until she writhes beneath me. I imagine her shuddering when I bite down, her legs clenching around me.
A strangled cry slips from her lips, raw and perfect through the speakers. The sound shoots straight through me.
God, I want tobethere. Want to show her how much more I could give her—how deep her pleasure could run with me guiding it.
She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m the only one who’ll ever love her like this.
Completely.
Obsessively.
Forever.
She moans something, low and broken. I turn up the volume, leaning in.
“Eli.”
My release hits like a punch to the gut. I spill across my hand, across the floor—watching her tremble with my name on her lips as she comes undone.