Page 48 of Force Play

“Fuck. That’s what I like to hear.” I don’t miss the way his voice turns all gravelly as his eyes land on the hand between my legs.

“Such an ego.” My finger brushes over my clit making me shudder.

“Be careful, your sharp tongue only turns me on.” The chuckle he gives me has me biting back a moan. “I need to know exactly what you were thinking that got you so worked up for me.”

“Us . . . doing this. But to be fair, it started with a wayward jet.”

“Don’t blame the jets.” His hand drops below the water. I should stop him. He’s not supposed to be touching. Just watching.

Placing my hand over his I move it back up to my knee—giving me the illusion of safety. “I don’t, I blame you. You just won’t quit. You keep showing back up. Being in this house again, surrounded by your things. I can’t control it. What am I supposed to do?”

“Maybe stop fighting it.” His hand drops, grazing my inner thigh. My pussy clenches. Traitor.

“If you want me to keep going, your hand will stay where it was.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“It is.” The lie is more for me than him. “Take your cock out.”

“No,” he says with a shrug.

My mouth falls open in surprise. “Excuse me?”

“You’ll get my cock again when you beg for it.”

There’s no holding back the snort that comes out of me at that. “Never happening.” Just as the words leave my mouth, the jets kick up, catching me by surprise. It takes me a second to realize his hand is at the controls.

“Enough teasing, you’ve got me here, time to show me how hard you come when you think of me.”

“God, you’re such a cocky asshole.” My words have no effect on him; not now that my hand is moving under the water, toying with my clit while the pressure from the jets helps me along.

“But I’m the cocky asshole you think about when you fuck yourself. And that’s a win in my book. Slide your fingers inside that greedy pussy while you look at me.”

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, doing as he asks.

“That’s it. Curl them the way I do, reach for that spot that makes you scream my name.”

I wish I could say that it isn’t exactly what I need, but it sends me reeling. My whole body tightens like a rubber band. Before I know what’s happening, I’m lifted up and out of the water. It’s incredibly gentle considering how quickly he moves. My ass hits the tile ledge behind the tub, my injured leg undisturbed. Dom is kneeling in the water, his shorts soaked, and his broad palm pressing my opposite leg me open for him.

“What the hell?” I ask, annoyed that he moved me when I was so close.

His eyes flash to mine looking so damn pleased with himself. “The water was getting in the way. I couldn’t see you.”

Everything about this should irritate me. The way he took me out of the moment, his hands on me, the bossy attitude, but in reality, the way he takes control makes the pulse between my legs pound harder. His grip on my leg tightens; he wants to see me like this as badly as I need him to.

“If I only get one shot at this, I want to see everything. Now slide those fingers back inside and give us what we both want.”

I’m drenched from the prolonged edging, so they slip back in easily. Dom leans in close, placing his other hand on my knee, holding me open. Seeing him between my legs with all his focus on where my fingers work in and out has my pussy clenching and my back arching.

If it wasn’t for his grip on me, I’d probably end up sliding back into the tub.

“That’s it. So beautiful,” he murmurs against the inside of my knee. “You’re stunning when you fuck yourself for me—doing such a good job giving that pussy what it needs for me.”

His stream of praise snaps the pressure coiling in my core. Everything goes black and tingles rain across my heated skin making me feel weightless. I vaguely hear the way his name tumbles out of my mouth, broken and needy. I’m too consumed by my release to dwell on it.

Fingers circle my wrist, bringing me back to reality. Without taking his eyes off of mine, he pulls my fingers to his mouth, running his tongue along them, until I finally come to my senses and take them back.

His tongue darts out licking his lips, looking smug as fuck. “The sweetest thing about you. Just like I remember.”

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