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I folded my arms over my chest to hide my stiff, aching nipples. "Yup."

"Hmmm, alright." His hand slid a little higher up my thigh on the next pass. His lips brushed my ear. "Do you want to tell me what you want, Sugar?"

No. No way was I comfortable enough to explain to this sexy man how I wanted him to touch me. Or what it would do to me. No, thank you.

"Or," he added, "I could do what I want to you. And you can tell me when you need me to stop."

Sweet baby Jesus.

CHAPTER 20

Gwen

Iwas going to melt into a puddle right there in his lap. He didn't keep speaking, so it looked like there was no option to just keep watching the movie. That was fine. I didn't really want that anyway. "I-" My voice broke and I licked my lips.

"What do you want to do, Sugar?" he asked.

His breath tickled the sensitive skin on my neck and I nearly moaned. His hands went to my hips and shifted me until I was sitting in his lap with my ass nestled against his hard-on. I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes.

"Gwen," he warned. "I'm going to need you to tell me what you need. At least the first couple of times." He was breathing almost as heavy as I was.

I leaned my head back against his chest and nodded. "Option two," I whispered.

He paused, then continued, "Alright, but I need you to actually tell me if you need me to stop. Can you promise to do that, Baby Girl?"

"I promise." At this point I'd tell him anything he wanted just to have him put his hands on me again. He'd laid them on the couch next to his thighs after shifting me. But I couldn't seem to build up the courage to ask for what I wanted.

"Good girl."

I wanted to close my eyes, to enjoy the sensations, but I also had this need to watch where his hands went. It wasn't possible for me to explain why, so I just watched as his big hands squeezed my jean covered thighs. He moved slowly, rubbing those calloused palms over my jeans. I would have thought a lawyer would have soft hands. Not Static. They were rough and spoke of a man who worked with them often even though he had an office job.

They moved up over my body, brushing my breasts, causing me to gasp and arch into him, before they returned back down to my thighs once more. He was driving me insane. He was only touching me over my clothes and his touches were smooth and fast, making me want more even as he left the area.

One of his hands slipped under my shirt and brushed against my belly. My muscles tensed and he froze.

"Okay?" he asked, his voice sounding tight.

"Y-yes," I stammered. I didn't want him to stop. It felt so good to be touched. To feel like a woman.

"Keep your eyes open, Gwen," he ordered.

My breath caught in my throat. How had he known? But of course he had. He knew everything. I didn't understand how.

"Watch what I'm doing to you."

Oh God. "Okay," I agreed.

His hand was still under my shirt, his palm against my skin, and his fingers splayed out on my abdomen. He moved it, rubbing gently. He didn't move on from that spot until I began to relax. Once I had, he lifted my shirt higher as his fingers moved closer toward my breasts. He stopped and I looked down, seeing that the tattoo of my children's names had been revealed. He'd seen it before, the night of my nightmare, but never while he was doing this. It was on my left ribs.

He rubbed his thumb over their names, then moved on. He cupped my breasts over my bra and there was no holding back my moan this time. I let my head fall back onto his chest.

"Eyes, Baby Girl," he ordered. "Open your eyes."

"But-"

"Now."

A shudder wracked my body and I opened my eyes and focused on his hands. His fingers squeezed my nipples and I gasped and arched into the sensation. There was pleasure and a hint of pain, but it was a good feeling. One that sent waves of arousal coursing through me, heating my skin.

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