Page 53 of Broken Instrument

“Lay on the bed,” I growl.

She hesitates. But only for a second. Her curiosity spurs her forward.

With her gaze glued to mine, she slips past me, and the soft mattress compresses under her weight as she waits for my next order.

“I’m not going to touch you when you’re like this,” I tell her.

“But––”

The panic-stricken look passing across her face makes my mouth twitch.

So. Damn. Sexy.

“Let’s compromise, yeah?”

Her brows furrow. “What kind of compromise?”

“You ever touch yourself, Hads?”

A light blush spreads out along her cheeks and down her throat to her almost bare chest. “Maybe.”

“Good. I’m going to leave so you can get rid of the sweet ache on your own, okay?”

“That’s not a compromise.” Pushing herself onto her knees, she crawls closer to the edge of the bed, her breasts practically spilling out of her black, lacy bra while managing to be a guy’s wet dream.

My wet dream.

My stiff cock weeps at the sight, but I keep my feet firmly planted. She reaches toward me and grabs my wrist while balancing herself on the edge of the bed.

On her knees.

Kill me now.

I look at her tiny hand wrapped around my wrist, refusing to meet her glassy stare that can see right through me.

“Not sure what else you’d like me to do,” I admit.

“I want you to help me––”

“I already told you it’s not going to happen.”

“Okay. Maybe not touch me, but…stay,” she pleads.

My fists clench at my sides as her desperation rolls over me. “I can’t stay, Hads.”

“I need you––”

“What you need is sleep.”

“And I promise I’ll go straight to bed afterward. If you stay.”

“Hadley…”

“Please? I don’t want to be alone. And looking at you…” The tip of her pink tongue darts out between her lips, threatening to kill me where I stand.

Stay strong, Fen, I remind myself.

“This is a bad idea,” I warn her.

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