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“I shouldn’t be so turned on right now,” she mutters, lifting her hips slightly.

“It’s about to get even better.” I guide the vibrator to her inner thigh, relishing in the small noises she makes. “Now, open your thighs.”

Emma surprisingly does as she’s told—kind of. She parts her thighs just enough for me to see her but not enough for me to slip the vibrator between them.

“More,” I demand, inching my face closer to hers.

She smiles and reaches up to place her hand on the back of my neck. She applies pressure, pulling me closer to her until our lips almost brush against each other. “Do it yourself.”

CHAPTER 22

EMMA

I can’t believe I’m letting Preston do this. I can’t believe I want him to. The vibrator pulses against my inner thigh, both teasing and torturing me. All I want is for Preston to spread my thighs and place the vibrator against my clit to give me relief, but he doesn’t listen.

He’s teasing me and having fun with it, and I’m doing everything I can to hold on to some of the control.

“Do you think you make the rules between us, rebel?” Preston finally asks after being quiet for a few moments.

My hips buck when he guides the vibrator a little higher up my thigh, getting close to exactly where I want him. I moan, my fingernails scraping at the back of his neck. At least if he’d kiss me, it would help with the pressure that’s built between my thighs.

Later, I might be embarrassed that he caught me pleasuring myself, but all I can think about right now is how badly I want him to finish the job.

“Answer me,” he demands, peppering kisses along my jaw.

“At least for right now, it seems like I’m the one making the rules.” I lift my chin, allowing him more access to my neck. Stubble scratches my tender skin as his lips travel the hollow of my throat.

Preston laughs, his teeth raking against the base of my neck. “Maybe you are. Now, you can either open your legs for me or get this T-shirt off so I can see all of you.”

The vibrator in his hand travels even closer to where I’m begging for him to go. It’s so close but also so far. I don’t know if I hate him for teasing me this much or if it turns me on even more to draw it out like this.

“Guess I’ll pick for you, then,” Preston announces. Catching me by surprise, he circles my clit once with the vibrator. A whimper falls from my lips at how good it feels.

“Shirt off. Now.” He grabs the bottom of my T-shirt and begins to lift it.

“So I’m going to be completely naked while you’re clothed? That doesn’t seem fair,” I argue. My words contradict my actions as I lift my shoulders from the pillows to help him get the shirt off more easily. Only using one hand doesn’t slow him at all, and it doesn’t take long for the sleep shirt to be discarded on the side of the bed and for cold air to be caressing my nipples.

The only sound in the room is the sound of the buzzing vibrator against the comforter. He stays quiet for so long I wonder if he even heard my question at all. I watch him carefully, trying to read his reaction.

His eyes travel along my body. He looks at me so hungrily with darkened eyes, not ever giving me the time to feel bashful of him seeing every inch of me. I can’t feel shy with him looking at me with so much possession and desperation.

No. Now, all I want is for him to touch me. For him to do something whether it be with the vibrator, his mouth, his hands, anything.

“You’re fucking magnificent,” he rasps.

“Can’t say the same about you since you won’t take anything off,” I quip, trying to cut through the tension in the room. It doesn’t help. The heat in his eyes, the hard set of his jaw, and the way he looks up and down my body like he can’t get enough lead me all to one conclusion—I have to fuck Preston Rhodes. Because no one has ever looked at me the way he’s looking at me right now, and I don’t think I can ever get enough of it.

“I love it when you talk back to me.” He runs his hand over his mouth, his focus on my lips. Reaching down, he traces my bottom lip with his thumb. “Maybe one day, I’ll get to fuck that sass right out of your mouth.”

My eyelids flutter shut. His words are filthy, and I’m savoring every one of them. They turn me on, only intensifying the pure lust running through my bloodstream.

“Good luck,” I respond, arching my hips slightly. I don’t spread my thighs all the way open like he wants me to, but I do want to tease him like he’s done to me. He licks his lips, and it’s such a simple move but it’s so incredibly sexy I want to watch him do it again. “Looking forward to you trying, though,” I add.

My entire body is on fire, every inch of me begging for some sort of attention to get some relief. I run a hand along my rib cage until I’m able to palm my own breast. My fingers dance along the tender and aching skin until I pinch my nipple, giving my body just the smallest amount of reprieve.

Preston clicks his tongue. “If I wasn’t so fucking eager to watch you come, I might punish you by depriving you of an orgasm.”

“Good thing you’re eager, then.”

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