Page 46 of The Price of Forever

“So. First things first.” She held out the necklace, looking down at it. “This is a vibrator.”

I straightened, rolling my neck in slow circle. “Okay.”

“And I thought we could have some fun with it.”

Her words slammed through me. My cock twitched in my pants as she reached behind her and yanked at the bikini strings. The fabric of her top went slack a moment later, and then it dropped away entirely. Her perfect tits were just above my eye-level.

My mouth parted, fingers curled.

She toyed with the vibrator again, looking at me coyly. “Where should we start?”

I tried to laugh, but it came out a stutter. She’s your client’s sister. Off limits. But the warning bells inside my head were hard to hear over the roar of attraction. And that roar was only growing louder. My cock had gone from twitching to fully hard in about three seconds flat. There was no hiding the bulge, but with how close she was, maybe she wouldn’t notice.

Jordan slid both her hands along my shoulders, massaging as she went. My head dropped to the back of the couch and I drew a deep breath.

“Just relax. You don’t have to be my bodyguard right now.” She floated closer, her nipples two tight, rosy points hovering within tongue’s reach. “Right now, you’re just a man. Do you like what you see?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, starting a slow count in my head. I could not lose control. Not here. Not now.

Even though it was all I wanted to do.

“Jordan, why are you doing this?” I dared myself to open my eyes and meet her gaze.

“I told you.” She had a little pout as she spoke, leaning closer. Her breasts almost brushed my chin. “I’m trying something new.”

I balled my fists at my side. All I wanted to do was cup those perfect, perky tits in my hands. Squeeze them. Lavish them in kisses. Slide my hands up the backs of her sexy thighs.

“What happens in here…nobody has to know.” Her voice had dropped to a whisper as she leaned down, closer to my ear. My cock was absolutely throbbing.

“But I’ll know,” I bit out. “And you’ll know. And we both know we shouldn’t.”

Her lips grazed my earlobe. My fingers curled against the cushion as she murmured, “Just tell me. Do you like what you see?”

Do not say yes. Even though you fucking love what you’re seeing.

“Or maybe I should stop,” she went on.

Her words jarred a cold fear into me, and I reached for her legs to stop her from leaving. I didn’t want to continue, but I sure as fuck didn’t want her to stop. It was a catch-22. There were no good outcomes anymore.

You’re fucked.

So you should just fuck.

“Don’t,” I whispered.

“Don’t keep going?” She swayed slightly in front of me as my fingers trailed up the sides of her legs. Soon, I’d found my way beneath her useless tutu, learning the silky contours of her ass cheeks.

I was a strong man. But I wasn’t strong enough to resist Jordan. Not when she was literally in the palms of my hands.

I squeezed her ass cheeks and she tipped her head back, moaning low.

“So I think I should keep going.” She wore a lazy smile as she sank to her knees on the couch, straddling me. She didn’t sink all the way down onto my lap, so she still didn’t know that I had a hard-on that could double as a weapon—one that was painfully trapped behind my actual weapon, in its secret holster. She knew what she was doing, how to maintain minimal contact while teasing at every turn. I dropped my head to the back of the couch, but her hands smoothed their way to the back of my neck, bringing my head back up so I had no choice but to look at her.

“Is this what you call behaving in here?” My voice came out like sandpaper.

“We’re not doing anything wrong.”

“Yet,” I corrected her.

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