Page 32 of Tempting

I almost nod again but stop myself. “Yes... I wanted to feel your hand under my thong.”

“That’s a good girl. Where did you want my hands? Did you want them on your legs? Your ass?”

“No,” I whisper as my body heats.

“Did you want them on your cunt, Mackenzie?” He leans back on the bed, and I get a delicious peek at his bare chest.

Damnit, Nixon. Don’t you ever wear a shirt?

“Answer me, Mac.”

Oh hell. “Yes. I wanted you to touch my pussy, Nix. I wanted your fingers to circle my clit.”

“Yeah...? Is that how you get yourself off? Show me, Mac.”

“What?” I gasp, not sure I can do that in front of him. “I...”

I bite down on my lip, forcing myself to stop that line of thought. “I’m dressed. I thought you wanted me naked.”

“Changed my mind. The first time I see you naked, I need to be able to touch you. But I want you to do it for me tonight. Show me how you get yourself off. Pull the phone back and show me what you’re wearing.”

Oh damn.

Maybe I should have changed into something sexier.

I pull the phone back and show off my cute pink pinstripe lounge shorts and white v-neck tee.

Nixon’s Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he swallows, and even that movement is sexy.

“Good girl. Now drag your hand down your body. I want you to feel your soft skin.”

I close my eyes and do as I’m told, trying hard not to feel foolish.

“That’s it. Now tell me... Do you use one finger or two when you play with yourself?”

“T-t-two.” The word gets caught in my chest as I circle my clit. “I... I don’t touch it at first. I circle it. I tease myself for a minute.”

Now it’s Nixon’s breath catching in his throat. “Are you doing it, beautiful? Are you thinking about what it would feel like to have my hands on you, Mac? My hands are big. They’re strong, and they’re rough. Imagine one of my hands is cupping your ass while the other is working your pretty little swollen clit until you’re begging me, and I can’t wait another second to taste that sweet pussy.” I gasp and open my eyes, locking them on Nixon. “That’a girl. You want to ride my face, don’t you, Mac? You want to come for me? Tell me.”

“I want... I want you to come too,” I stammer out through short breaths, continuing to work myself.

“Don’t worry about me. This is for you, Mac. Now show me. Fuck your fingers like you’re going to fuck mine when I get home.”

“Oh God,” I whisper into the darkness, completely mortified as the tremors of my orgasm chase down my body. I bite down on my lip so hard, I’m surprised I don’t taste blood as I come harder than I think I ever have.

“Fucking gorgeous, Mackenzie.”

My already hot cheeks flush hotter, but not from embarrassment. More like empowerment.

“Next time, I want to get you off too,” I tell him, high on my post-orgasm endorphins.

“Don’t worry, baby. You will.”

Baby . . . Did he just . . . ?

Nixon must catch his faux pas because his face hardens in the next second.

“You passed with flying colors, Kenzie.”

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